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Opinion | What happened when an Orthodox Jewish congregation went to a gay bar to mourn Orlando
The Orlando attack fell during Shavuot, a joyous Jewish holiday.

When our synagogue heard about the horrific tragedy that took place at the Pulse nightclub in Orlando, it was at the same time that we were celebrating our festival of Shavuot, which celebrates God’s giving of the Torah.

As Orthodox Jews, we don’t travel or use the Internet on the Sabbath or on holidays, such as Shavuot. But on Sunday night, as we heard the news, I announced from the pulpit that as soon as the holiday ended at 9:17 p.m. Monday, we would travel from our synagogue in Northwest Washington to a gay bar as an act of solidarity.

We just wanted to share the message that we were all in tremendous pain and that our lives were not going on as normal. Even though the holiday is a joyous occasion, I felt tears in my eyes as I recited our sacred prayers.

I had not been to a bar in more than 20 years. And I had never been to a gay bar. Someone in the congregation told me about a bar called the Fireplace, so I announced that as our destination. Afterward, I found out it was predominantly frequented by gay African Americans.

Approximately a dozen of us, wearing our kippot, or yarmulkes, went down as soon as the holiday ended. Some of the members of our group are gay, but most are not. We did not know what to expect. As we gathered outside, we saw one large, drunk man talking loudly and wildly. I wondered whether we were in the right place. Then my mother, who was with me, went up to a man who was standing on the side of the building. She told him why we were there. He broke down in tears and told us his cousin was killed at Pulse. He embraced us and invited us into the Fireplace.

We didn’t know what to expect, but it turned out that we had so much in common. We met everyone in the bar. One of the patrons told me that his stepchildren were actually bar-mitzvahed in our congregation. Another one asked for my card so that his church could come and visit. The bartender shut off all of the music in the room, and the crowd became silent as we offered words of prayer and healing. My co-clergy Maharat Ruth Friedman shared a blessing related to the holiday of Shavuot, and she lit memorial candles on the bar ledge. Then everyone in the bar put their hands around each other’s shoulders, and we sang soulful tunes. After that, one of our congregants bought a round of beer for the whole bar.

Everyone in the bar embraced each other. It was powerful and moving and real and raw.

After that we moved to the outdoor makeshift memorial service at Dupont Circle. There, too, we did not know what to expect. But as we gathered around the circle, people kept coming up to us and embracing us. One man we met there told us that his daughter sometimes prays with us. Others were visiting from Los Angeles but joined in full voice, clearly knowing the Hebrew words to the song we were singing.

As we were singing, I looked over at some gay members of our congregation and saw tears flowing down their faces. I felt the reality that we are living in a time of enormous pain. But I also felt that the night was a tremendous learning experience for me. I learned that when a rabbi and members of an Orthodox synagogue walk into a gay African American bar, it is not the opening line of a joke but an opportunity to connect; it is an opportunity to break down barriers and come together as one; it is an opportunity to learn that if we are going to survive, we all need each other.

I don’t think this article got very much traction last year, but I wanted to share it again.

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A David-Ruffling-His-Hair collection (Part One)

[ link to Part Two ]
[ link to Tenth Doctor Before/After Ruffles post ]

101 fluffy prompts
  • FALLING IN LOVE
  • 001: "You're really soft."
  • 002: "You smell nice."
  • 003: "I'm here for my daily fix of hugs and kisses."
  • 004: "Is it possible to love too much?"
  • 005: "I don't wanna get up-- you're comfy."
  • 006: "I will always be there protect you."
  • 007: "I'm cold. Come closer."
  • 008: "I love you a lot, but please stop trying to cook me dinner, you suck.”
  • 009: "The stars look especially lovely tonight."
  • 010: "I've never seen such gorgeous eyes before."
  • 011: "May I have this dance?"
  • 012: "I can't stop thinking about you."
  • 013: "You'll never feel alone with me by your side."
  • 014: "Let's get to know each other over dinner."
  • 015: "All I want is you."
  • 016: "I could never leave you, I love you too much!"
  • 017: "A fairytale with a happy ending always brings a smile to my face."
  • 018: "I want to hear you sing."
  • 019: "I don't think anyone could ever be as lovely as you."
  • 020: "You look incredible in that."
  • 021: "He/She's quite stunning, isn't he/she?"
  • 022: "Sometimes I just can't control myself when around you."
  • 023: "Do you believe in love at first sight?"
  • 024: "I think I'm in love."
  • 025: "I’d like it if you stayed.
  • 026: "People are jerks, but not you."
  • 027: "I'll share the blankets with you."
  • 028: "I have never felt this way about anyone."
  • 029: "I want this to never end..."
  • 030: "Can I kiss you?"
  • LIVING TOGETHER
  • 031: "I waxed the floors, grab your fluffy socks."
  • 032: "Who changed the thermostat settings? I’m freezing to death."
  • 033: "Can we just watch a movie and fall asleep on the couch?"
  • 034: "You can put your cold feet on me."
  • 035: "Your stray red item turned my whites pink."
  • 036: "A thunderstorm is rolling through town and you’re scared of lightening/thunder so I’ll protect you."
  • 037: "There was a power outage and now we have to have dinner by candlelight."
  • 038: "Rock Paper Scissors to see who has to go talk to the neighbors upstairs for being too loud."
  • 039: "I just came home to you crying while watching a movie, please tell me what’s going on."
  • 040: "Our AC is out and it’s the middle of the summer."
  • 041: "You found me crying on the kitchen floor in the middle of the night surrounded by a shattered jelly jar."
  • 042: "My parents are coming over in 10 minutes so please put some clothes on"
  • 043: "We’re repainting the apartment and going to the hardware store together to pick out color swatches."
  • 044: "IF YOU USE UP ALL THE HOT WATER ONE MORE TIME IM GOING TO BAN YOU TO THE COUCH FOR A MONTH."
  • 045: "We’re watching Toy Story 3 and we can’t stop crying."
  • WEDDINGS/PROPOSALS
  • 046: "I caught the bouquet"
  • 047: "My ex just invited me to their wedding and I need you to be my date so it doesn’t look like I’ve spent the last few years failing to get over them."
  • 048: "We accidentally got married in Vegas oops"
  • 049: "I’m really drunk, please help me get safely out of the way so I don’t ruin our friend’s wedding."
  • 050: "I planned out this super romantic proposal and you just ruined it by beating me to whole proposing thing."
  • 051: "I wasn’t planning on asking you, but it appeared to me that life is short. Will you marry me? "
  • 052: "If you shove cake in my face this will be the worst wedding night of your life."
  • 053: "Do you take this man/woman to be your lawfully wedded husband/wife? "
  • 054: "May I have this dance, wife/husband? "
  • 055: "You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I’m so happy I can finally call you my wife/husband."
  • 056: "I jokingly told you that the only way I’d marry you was if you did this weird outlandish thing, and you actually did it, and I’m kind of charmed."
  • 057: "This is probably a bad time, but marry me?"
  • MARRIED LIFE
  • 058: "We’ve become the clingy newlyweds you always complained about. "
  • 059: "Your ‘miracle hangover cure’ couldn’t possibly beat mine."
  • 060: "I know you haven’t had the best experience with dogs in the past but look at its face please please can we keep it?"
  • 061: "I wanted to surprise you for our anniversary, but everything that could go wrong, did go wrong."
  • 062: "I beat you at Mario Kart and now you're banishing me to the couch for the night?”
  • 063: "I surprised you with tickets to see our favorite band… WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU SURPRISED ME WITH TICKETS TO SEE THEM TOO?"
  • 064: "I know we had a big fight but we still need to decorate the house for the holidays."
  • 065: "Oh! Hey! Could you come and taste this to see if it's okay?"
  • 066: "We’re arguing over book versus movie."
  • 067: "I came home to a Nerf gun on the front porch and a note that says ‘Here is your weapon. I have one too. Loser cooks dinner. Good luck. xo’"
  • 068: "We’ve been celebrating our wedding anniversary on the wrong day for the past nine years."
  • 069: "You had a business trip and I missed you so much that I kind of tore up the house in your absence like a dog with separation anxiety… sorry?"
  • 070: "We both have nowhere else to be so we get to spend our rare day off at home."
  • PREGNANCY
  • 071: "I bet it’s a girl/boy."
  • 072: "Do you think it’s possible that I…might be… pregnant? "
  • 073: "I thought I was pregnant but the test must have been wrong. I’m not. "
  • 074: "You’re lucky I’m pregnant!"
  • 075: "Can you help me up, your child is pretty heavy."
  • 076: "I could really use a foot rub right now."
  • 077: "Your dad is really excited to meet you soon, it’s driving me crazy."
  • 078: "Do you wanna know the sex of the baby?"
  • 079: "The baby’s kicks are keeping me up at night."
  • 080: "Did you feel that?"
  • 081: "I can’t fit into my favorite dress anymore. "
  • 082: "OH MY GOD I’M GOING INTO LABOR. WHAT DO WE DO NOW?!
  • 083: "I can’t be pregnant… or….OH MY GOD! "
  • 084: "I think you might be pregnant.”
  • 085: "It’s 2 am but you’re craving cake and we’re both up anyway so let’s bake in our underwear."
  • PARENTING
  • 086: "I knew it was a mistake to get the twins matching clothes."
  • 087: "Sh…they’re asleep."
  • 088: "I think someone had a little accident with the finger paint."
  • 089: "Mondays are your diaper days."
  • 090: "Our kid is totally the one who wanted to build a pillow fort, not me."
  • 091: "Ooh…someone’s got a tummy ache."
  • 092: "Are you sure you don’t want me to drop them off myself? I don’t think you could handle seeing them off alone."
  • 093: "I told you we should have just gotten that German Shepherd puppy."
  • 094: "What do you think for their punishment? Grounding? No video games? No going out for a week?"
  • 095: "Mm…your kid before five in the morning."
  • 096: "Come on now, I think you’re being too harsh. He/she’s just a kid. Remember all of the stupid things we used to do when we were their age?"
  • 097: "So, how should we break the news that they’re going to have a new baby brother or sister?"
  • 098: "I think we should have another."
  • 099: "Why wasn’t I invited to your wedding?"
  • 100: "Okay fine, one more story, but then you really have to go to bed."
  • 101: "…They just grow up so fast."
To Realise

A mini celebration for 2000 followers! Thanks Everyone!!!!

A Soulmate AU where they only realise they are Soulmates when they say/read/hear each other’s names out loud followed by an immediate overflowing of emotion sparking inside of them. Instant realisation.

Yoosung:

-       He was already running late. This was not the first impression he wanted to give to everyone! He was in University! He was intelligent! He knew how to set a simple alarm!

-       … in theory yes, in practise… not so much… hence the lateness…

-       It also didn’t help that he couldn’t remember which lecture theatre he was meant to be in- which meant he had to stop and scan for his name at each door on the floor… four down three to go…

-       Kim Yoosung… Kim Yoosung… Kim… nope not that room!

-       When he got to the final room (because of course it had to be the final room) he managed to find his name… but his eyes were mysteriously drawn to another name, his mouth wrapping itself around the syllables before he knew what he was doing…

-       “M… MC?”

-       His heart felt like it was about to leap out of his chest, his knees went wobbly and his head felt light and fuzzy, yet so damn clear at the same time. Yoosung stilled himself, bracing his arms against the doorframe to insure he wouldn’t fall flat on his face.

-       What was happening to him?

-       He had never felt this way before- was he coming down with something? He touched the back of his hand against his forehead and sure enough he was warm and sweaty.

-       Though, granted, it could have been because he had been running for the last fifteen minutes and trying not to burst out crying because he was going to be late- not because he was sick and dying.

-       His stomach fluttered and his mouth ran dry… no, he must be getting sick. Maybe he shouldn’t have eaten that pizza that was left over… from three days ago. He really needed to start cooking more.

-       Yoosung clamped his eyes shut and forced himself to breathe deeply, he could get through this. It was only one hour. He could do this.

-       Opening the door, the newly blonde haired student waltzed into the theatre only to have the entire room turn to face him.

-       Great. He must have been later than he thought he was.

-       Only to have them all shrug and continue on with their conversations.

-       Yoosung turned to his left to where their professor was meant to be standing, only to see it empty- the teacher was late? He wasn’t the last one to class? Finally! He managed to catch a break!

-       Running a hand through his sweat soaked hair and laughing as he wiped his palm on his jeans, Yoosung shook his head at how stupid he was to worry so much… besides, chiding himself made it easier to forget the uneasy feeling coursing through his veins.

-       It wasn’t a bad sensation, just… different. Good. Like little bubbles of pure emotion streaming through his blood. Why he felt happy and excited and nervous all at the same time…  he didn’t know. Weirdest case of food poisoning he ever had that was for sure-

-       He began to scan the rows of seats for the easiest spot to slip into and found one close to the middle just on the aisle without anyone sitting in between him and the girl on the other side, the really pretty girl laughing with her friends…

-       Yoosung pressed his blunt nails into the flesh of his palm to wake himself up from his unintentional staring. He took in a bolstering breath and psyched himself up just so he could sit down, it’s not like the cute girl had noticed him or his existence or anything. It would be fine.

-       Edging into the chair and adjusting the fold up side table he began to unpack his books and pens, only for his latest guide for LOLOL to slip out from between his textbooks.

-       The girl next to him caught sight of the bright colours from the side of her eye and turned around, her eyes focused on the cover of the magazine before they shot up to look him in the eye.

-       She was stunning. And she looked disgusted with him.

-       “Tsk, another one of those computer geeks who do nothing but sit in their dark little apartments and fall in love with fictional characters,” she sneered as her friends cackled behind her… clearly none of them had grown up any since graduating from high school. Yoosung sighed and was about to shyly excuse himself when-

-       Yeah, that’s right! We sit in our apartments and fall in love with fictional characters who still have far more depth and strength of character in one pixel than you could ever have in your entire being… Girl- did you regress into your 7th grade form over the holidays after graduating- it’s cool if you did, I’d like to study you for my psychology lab- I’ll entitle it, ‘Dumb bitch, scared and out of her league, forgets how to act like a decent human being.’ Know what? Just leave- you’re not appreciated here- we wouldn’t want to infect you with our geekiness.”

-       Yoosung turned around to see a girl with big earphones and an even bigger hoodie sitting forward giving the first (not so cute anymore) girl the most menacing glare he had ever seen, bar the ones his mother wielded.

-       The group of girls huffed and tried to retort under their breaths before packing up and moving rows.

-       Headphones girl clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth as she made up her mind; she slung her cross-body bag over her shoulder as she clambered over the seats to sit next to Yoosung. The girl slightly winded from her almost-argument and her repositioning, offered the blonde boy a crooked grin- one he returned without hesitation.

-       “So… LOLOL boy- you gonna let me look at that guide? I was meaning to pick one up today after class but since you have one right here…” she eluded as she quirked one eyebrow up to test if he caught her drift. He did. He handed her the guide.

-       “H-hey… thanks for before… I didn’t know what I should say, if I should say anything at all-”

“No sweat LOLOL boy-”

“Hahah are you going to call me that forever?” he asked, laughing as he rubbed the back of his neck.

-       The girl eyed him critically from behind the pages of the guide.

“Pretty much, yes.”

Yoosung chuckled as he twirled his pen through the tips of his fingers, happy to feel the earlier wash of illness and emotion wane into nothing but a sense of peace and calm.

“Well, can I at least have a name to call you? Butt-Kicking Classmate is kind of a mouthful.”

“And yet so apt-”

“Yes I understand this but-”

-       “MC. My name is MC.”

The waning was nothing but the calm before the storm, the eye of the tornado- and Yoosung was the poor cow stuck up 1000 feet in the air and she… she was the tornado. The boy sat back as he burnt up, his cheeks flaring as he bit his lip to not shout out from the sheer heat that he endured. Why did this happen every time he heard her name? Or said her name? Or even thought of her name? It was infuriating!

“What should I call you if not LOL-”

“Yoosung. Kim… Kim Yoosung.”

-       He had heard a soft gasp from behind the pages of the guide and he didn’t miss the way her hands trembled, or how wide her eyes had become. Slowly but steadily, MC drew the magazine down past her chin until her entire face was visible to him… that fluttering in his stomach, that fuzzy but clear feeling- it all came rushing back one hundred-fold.

-       “Yoosung… Kim… you say?” she asked, her once confident voice all but whispered.

-       He had never heard his name sound so beautiful.

-       “Yes, Yoosung Kim…” he confirmed with the smallest of nods of his head, watching as she swallowed some saliva and captivated in the way her throat moved as she did so. He was entranced by the way her mouth seemed to want to do a thousand different things, smile, talk, laugh, scream… so damn expressive.

-       MC clicked her tongue once more as she was wont to do when she made an important decision and put the guide back down on his desk before leaning forward, completely invading his personal space. Not that he was complaining. In fact… she could invade it more. It didn’t seem close enough.

-       “Yoosung Kim… I’ve been looking for you, for a long time,” she smiled, her warm hand resting atop his, a flash of electricity passing through their touch.

“You have? Why? I’m just me, little old Yoosung…”

-       She threw her head back and laughed and to him it sounded like bells chiming.

-       “Yes, you are little old Yoosung, but from today - you are my little old Yoosung…” she pointed out as her pointer finger booped him firmly on the tip of his nose.

“Well if I’m yours, th-then you’re mine!” he answered his chest puffing out slightly- why had he said that? When did he become so damn brazen? Was he going crazy?

“Hahaha, duh! If you’re my Soulmate then I’m your Soulmate- so of course I’m yours!”

“….. Soul… soul what?”

-       His parents had never told him anything about Soulmates, didn’t prepare him for what was to come. He was hit by a truck and completely floored.

-       The truck was named MC. He didn’t want to get up.

-       “Care to explain?”

-       MC stared at him completely dumbfounded, her mouth agape and her eyes even wider than before. She inhaled and nodded, resigning herself to the fact that the love of her life was completely innocent and that she did indeed have to teach him everything.

-       It was going to be so much fun.

-       “You see when a man and a woman love each other very much-”

“MC I KNOW ABOUT SEX I WANT TO KNOW ABOUT SOULMATES!” he hissed loud enough for the two rows surrounding them to snigger at.

“Sex? Who said anything about sex? Geez, I say soulmate and you’re already trying to get into my pants-”

“MC!” he whined, his amethyst eyes large and pleading. Of course, she acquiesced.

-       “Forever Yoosung. It means that you and me, until death do us part, no matter what… it’s me and you.”

-       He took a moment to process this, that he had literally no choice in who he fell in love with- that fate intervened and made sure that he had someone to love and someone to love him in return for the rest of his life… it was just so much to take in…

-       MC entwined her fingers with his when she noticed what she assumed was struggle painted on his face. This, he was going to have this, forever.

-       It didn’t matter that he had just met the girl, that he knew nothing about her- his body knew before he did.
He already loved her.

-       He smiled and squeezed her hand back.

-       “Okay… I think I’m okay with that.”



Zen:

-       His first motion picture…

-       He was beside himself. He couldn’t believe that his agent had managed to get him this part! It was meant for a more well-known leading man and an unknown actress but they had fallen in love with how well he had read for the part and how well his headshots looked against the actress’s.  

-       He hadn’t been told who they had chosen, it wasn’t like it really mattered at the end of the day- the girl was an unknown, fresh faced and new in the show business role. She had never acted a day in her life but the casting director had seen her on the street and she had just the aesthetic he was after- it was just pure dumb luck that she was natural at acting.

-       He had planned to talk to her at the read through but she had lost her voice and couldn’t attend… it wasn’t until they were both there for the first physical run through of the scenes that they actually met…

-       “Oh hi! You must be-”

“Yeah! You’re the actress playing MC right?-”

-       He didn’t get to finish his sentence, nor did she.

-       She was whisked off to fit some costumes and he… he couldn’t breathe.

-       The moment he said MC, his lips started to tingle and an odd buzzing sound rang in his ears. His cheeks felt flushed and his heart beat raced. He couldn’t understand… he had said that name more than a thousand times whilst reading the script, not once did he ever feel that way. It must have been her. Seeing her and her face must have just solidified his character’s feelings inside him of course. That must be what it was.

-       When she finally returned and they shook hands he could have sworn that he felt his own heartbeat beating in time with hers, palm to palm, one solid beat.

-       Damn it he needed to focus and not get too lost into the character… his character was the love-sick fool not him! He was a professional! He had only met this girl! He-he

-       … she had the most beautiful smile he had ever seen in his life.

-       FOCUS!

-       He had to thank whatever it was running through his system because he had never felt more “on” than at that moment. Every line he delivered to her felt authentic and organic, like he truly meant it. Looking around it was obvious that everyone else on set agreed, absolutely transfixed on the couple centre stage.

-       He could feel every word she was saying to him like it was scripture; that every word of love and devotion that she spoke had the power to let him walk on air… and god he really wanted to try.

-       …

-       He must have been a better actor than even he gave himself credit for, making himself believe that he was already half in love with the woman in front of him…

-       He didn’t even want to stop rehearsing until the Director had called out three times for them to finish up, he was just a ball of energy and wanted nothing more than to release that through this amazing acting he and this actress were performing, he didn’t want to lose momentum.

-       He didn’t want to lose what he was feeling…

-       “H-Hey! MC! Did you want to go and get some lunch with me?” he had asked before realising that he had called her by her character’s name. He felt the blood flood his cheeks as he forced himself not to slap himself or just die from embarrassment. He couldn’t be that far gone into this role to already be thinking of her as her character… this is how idiots fall in love with co-stars… “I’m so sorry, habit, I didn’t mean to call you MC-”

“And why not? It’s my name too,” she smiled as she rested her hand on his bicep, the muscle there twitching instinctively under her touch.

-       Shit.

-       Zen was no fool. He knew what this meant. He knew, deep down, that he wasn’t that good of an actor to fool himself- damn it- he was already half in love.

-       The only half evidently. She seemed completely unaffected… unless… had she said his name yet? No, she hadn’t. Only his character’s name!

-       “How silly of me! All this time I’ve never introduced myself properly! Hello MC, my name is Zen, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” he beamed offering his hand out to her.  

-       Please

-       She smiled and took his hand and laughed as he flipped it over to kiss the back of hers.

-       “Oh! Hahah- wow! Um… yes, yes it’s lovely to meet you too Zen… Zen.”

-       He watched in rapt fascination as her fingers curled around his almost painfully, how her eyes widened and how her jaw fell and closed but fell back down- as if she were trying to desperately find the words… or simply remember how to talk.

-       “So… it’s true what they say…” he trailed off as he drew her closer with a simple tug of her hand still within his, “About when you meet your other half…”

Swallowing deeply and finally blinking her burning eyes MC shook her head and took a step back, though, she did not withdraw her hand.
“What do they say?” she asked her voice trembling as much as her body was.

“That when you finally say your Soulmate’s name- nothing else in the world sounds as beautiful. That nothing else tastes as nice as the name of your Soulmate on your tongue. That the mere thought of their name is enough to bring tears to your eyes…”

-       She stared at him completely astonished by the ardent proclamations of this- stranger-

-       “No one says that,” she whispered as she licked her lips subconsciously her eyes fixated on his, content on watching him worry at the plump flesh.

Not out loud…”

“They should… So- um… lunch?” she asked finally pulling away and bringing her hand to her chest, her other hand cradling it almost tenderly, her fingers tracing the still- warm parts of her skin that he had held.

-       They talked about anything that came to mind, their pasts, their dreams, their favourite food and their mutual aversion to cats. “A cat scratched my face when I was three and although I think they’re beautiful, I just… I just can’t.”

-       Soulmates were made to be a perfect fit after all…  

-       Once they got back on set the tension between the two was so thick it was practically humming- everyone could see that something had happened over lunch.

-       During a pivotal scene, where they were about to finally separate ways forever and part with a kiss…  

-       MC was looking at Zen, tears brimming in her eyes –geez what a talent- merely four lines away from their kiss and-

-       … and she dropped her script and crossed the stage to kiss him. Completely unscripted. Completely inappropriate.

-       It was perfect.

-       “-But Director, they’re not meant to kiss yet-”

“Shhh… she’s absolutely right! The character wouldn’t be able to wait, she wouldn’t want to waste a moment with talk when these two people are all about action! Have the scriptwriters add it right away-”

-       Zen smirked as they continued to share their first kiss with more than fifty random people around them. He didn’t care, the Director was right. They didn’t want to waste another moment- and suddenly- Zen didn’t mind being one of those idiot actors who fell in love with his co-star.

-       “Okay guys we get the point, we should probably move on… guys?… guys?!”



Jaehee:

-       It wasn’t particularly easy being kicked out by your Uncle and Aunt… she didn’t have anyone… and she didn’t want to touch what little was left of her inheritance from her parents so- she figured it would be better if she found a part time job.

-       That way her mind would be occupied at all times and she could indeed earn some money.

-       Besides… working with coffee wasn’t a bad thing. Being a barista wasn’t a bad thing, even if it did mean she was practically drooling at every order she made, she figured there would be worse cons to a job… like being a slave to a tyrant who overworked you and never appreciated you- she shuddered. She never wanted to end up like that!

-       It was a particularly busy day being the first weeks of winter, everyone would run in just wanting a cup of something warm to hold to help them heat up against the chill in the air, the poor brunette was already run off her feet. She was barely even looking at the customers in the eyes as she pushed their orders across the counter.

-       Wiping the sweat off her brow with the back of her arm, Jaehee took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Soon. Her own break would be soon. Just the next order to do and she would be free for 30 glorious minutes.

-       Pulling the last ticket off the machine so she could read her colleague’s sloppy writing a little easier, she memorised the order and proceeded to make it perfectly. Pouring it out into the large cup Jaehee took the receipt again to make sure she got the customer’s name right- MC…

-       She nearly spilt the drink all over herself.

-       That name. She’d seen it a thousand times before. Written it a thousand times before.

-       But this time- this person’s name… it made her heart skip a beat. It made her heart feel full and happier than it had for the longest time. It made her want to laugh and cry at the same time. It made her think of a home, a real one with her and this MC.

-       All from a name.

-       Jaehee finished writing the name down on the cup neatly and carefully put the pen down. She licked her lips and inhaled and called out in a voice she hoped didn’t shake too much, “MC?!”

-       “Oh here!?”

-       Jaehee looked up to see an angel in a trench coat and beanie. Her skin kissed with cold, nose and cheeks rosy and eyes bright. Such beauty right in front of her.

“Um… may I please have my order um… Jae-Jaehee?”

-       The two women looked at each other from either side of the counter, the noise and hustle and bustle of the small coffee shop completely going unnoticed by them.

-       Jaehee pushed the cup to the middle of the bench only to be met in the middle by MC’s hand, her gloved fingers wrapping themselves around her quivering digits.

-       “I… this is…” she stammered unable to look away from the other woman’s eyes, her own honeyed irises large with disbelief.

-       She couldn’t be that lucky… to meet them… to meet her so early in life…

-       “It is,” MC answered her pink cheeks turning red as her lips curled into a stunning smile.

-       “B-but I don’t believe in-”

“I’m standing right here.”

“Nothing good ever happens to me-”

“Right in front of you.”

“I have a break now-”

“Let’s have a coffee.”

-       For the first time since she started working there, Jaehee took her break front of house… with a customer no less… and no one batted an eye when 30 minutes turned to an hour. Then an hour into an hour and a half- the girl had never smiled like she did right then; who were they to take that away from her?

-       They did however yell at her when she accidentally kept writing and calling out MC’s name for every order for the next day.




Jumin:

-       Soulmates? Preposterous. His father had spent his entire adult life looking for his soulmate, convinced that every pretty woman who batted their eyelashes at him and feigned to feel a strong connection to him (his money) was the one. This obsession with finding his Soulmate leading their family to shame and their company to ruin.

-       Well. Not. Him.

-       He didn’t believe in such nonsense. Not once did he find a woman worth spending time with let alone believing them capable to be the other perfect half of your soul. That would be the day.

-       All throughout high school he had one vapid girl after another clawing at him to say their name, hoping that he would feel the twinge in his heart and for butterflies to zoom out of his butt or some ridiculous notion like that. By the first month of school he refused to call any girl by their name and insisted on labelling everyone “Hey you there” or “Female student in front of me.”  

-       By the time he entered university, word had gotten out that Jumin Han just hated the idea of anyone being in love- because who would so vehemently refuse to even try to find their Soulmate? Who would look down on others just for trying to find a little piece of happiness? He was just an angry, lonely man.

-       Not that they were entirely wrong on that assessment… but not entirely right either.

-       Though, he didn’t let something like public opinion of him falter his course or his ideas- Jumin never thought much of other people’s talking of subjects they had no idea about. He took great pleasure it picking apart their arguments and making them sound like fools.

-       Probably why he made such an excellent debater, Captain of the team in fact.

-       In his final year of University, they were finally pitted against their rival school; not once in all the years he had been on the team had he had the chance to face off with the national champions- he was always called off to sit in with his father’s meetings or off sick; but not this time. This time he would meet them, crush them and reclaim the title for his school.

-       He had tried every avenue to find out what they could about their new Captain but everyone was on lockdown, no one would talk and all means of electronically hacking their systems to find out who they were, were completely barred. He didn’t want to cheat, it would sully his victory- no he just wanted to be prepared. Know their history, their grades and whatnot- let it never be said that Jumin Han didn’t do his homework.

-       The day of the debate arrived and sure enough familiar faces lined the opposite team- except one. A pretty girl he supposed, hardly what he would call imposing with her sweet smile and her intermittent waves to the crowd in front of them. Hardly Captain material, he’d be surprised if she was first chair… but wait- what was she doing sitting in the Captain’s chair?

-       Good Lord.

-       This was going to be too easy.

-       Jumin barely heard the announcer listing off his teammates but he paused when he heard her name. It cut through him like a hot knife through butter, seared onto his brain.

-       MC.

-       He felt nauseous, a cold sweat forming on his upper lip as his steel grey eyes raked over her smaller form.

-       She looked just as shaken as he did; her hands ringing together ripping the tissues trapped between her fingers.

-       He thought he was going to faint- what was this feeling? He mouthed her name and the feeling of illness slipped away only to be replaced with a wash of warmth? A silly tingling in his blood that seemed to be singing her name in his ears. His mouth was dry and his throat on fire, his palms lined with a sheen of sweat and his heart beating in the pit of his stomach. He didn’t know what was going on, he didn’t understand.

-       He watched as MC calmed herself all the while keeping her gaze focused on him, her cheeks burning up the longer she stared. She ran her tongue along her lower lip and he had never been so charmed by a muscle in his life.

-       Jumin she mouthed, maybe to him, maybe to herself- he didn’t know- what he did notice however was the way her hand clutched at her blazer just above where her heart would be. She didn’t look like she was in pain but she wasn’t exactly the same grinning woman he had seen moments earlier.

-       Indeed, it seemed that Jumin could barely tear his eyes off her, he couldn’t pay attention to his teammates, he couldn’t take notes- he could only focus on her. Just how far had he fallen? Over hearing a name and seeing a pretty face? Get it together Jumin!

-       Except he couldn’t. Every time he tried to rebut an argument he would instinctively look back at the opposite team and his eyes locked onto hers and he’d be lost. Each time he’d make any headway with his points he’d want to say her name instead, and of course, everything came out all tongue tied.

-       Thankfully for him, her performance wasn’t much better, she was a blushing mess but still- a coherent blushing mess.

-       Jumin’s university went home empty handed that year after all.

-       But not Jumin, not this time.

-       He wouldn’t lose twice in one day.

-       “Hello there, good performance today.”

“You too.”

“I’m Jumin Han-”

“I know. I’m MC-”

“I heard, yes.”

-       Her teammates were calling for her to hurry up and get on the bus and she was about to call back to them but was cut off by the suddenly confident opposing Captain, “Please go on ahead- I will take MC home.” They looked at her and she in turn looked up to him and shook her head at his cavalier and brash assumption. He was just lucky it was the correct one.

“It’s fine guys, you heard what Jumin said- he’s going to take me home.”

-       The silence in the auditorium was deafening. Jumin never spoke a girl’s first name and he certainly never let someone who just met him call him by his first name… unless…

-       Jumin fiddled with the cufflinks in his sleeves trying to buy time before he had to speak again. MC picked at imaginary lint at her skirt in hopes that the man would continue his initiative.

-       “I… I don’t know how any of this works… in fact until about an hour ago I was certain it was all a farce,” he admitted his eyes firmly fastened on her right shoulder, “but if… if it’s really what it seems like is it- what it feels like it is- I would like the chance to understand it all. Understand everything about you.”

-       MC smiled, even if she wasn’t his Soulmate, after that heartfelt speech, she would have bribed the stars themselves to realign just so she could be.

“I don’t know how this works either- my mother told me it might happen one day, to just pray it would just happen before I got married to someone else who I thought was my Soulmate… is it… I mean… you felt it too? When you heard my name?” she questioned her eyebrows arching up as high as they would go. “The pull? The need to keep saying my name over and over again? Tell me it just wasn’t me.”

-       Jumin’s lips quirked to the side in an amused smirk, this girl was adorable. She could have asked to have his heart out on a platter and he’d have freely offered it, but all she required was the confirmation of his budding feelings from him.

-       Just too easy.

-       “I did. I feel it now. I have no choice but to believe in all this-”

“Prove it.”

“Uh…how?”

“Scream my name out into the audience, let everyone hear it! Let everyone hear the name on the tip of your tongue, the name that your heart beats to now!” she goaded him, an excited grin on her face.

-       Jumin stared at her in shock- again another easy request… he didn’t care what people thought of him after all. Shrugging nonchalantly Jumin opened his mouth to swallow a gulp of air more than ready to scream out her name-

-       Only to have two delicate hands cover his mouth and a giggle that was not his own reverberating on his chest.

“Damn it! I didn’t think you’d actually do it! You’re crazy! I believe it, I believe you!” she guffawed, burying her face against him, her body heat and laughter seeping into him and offering a warmth that he had never felt before.

-       He liked it.

-       He wanted more.

-       “So… perhaps it wouldn’t be out of line for me to ask you out to dinner?” he asked looking down at the crown of her head.

“O-Of course not!”

“Tonight?”

-       The tentative slip of her hand in his was answer enough for him.



Saeyoung:

-       He was a good, diligent worker and that was all that mattered to the Agency.

-       He barely ate, he barely slept, barely did anything but exist and work.

-       The perfect agent.

-       Then they brought her in.

-       606.

-       Quiet and withdrawn but brilliant. She could code almost as well as he did and she could hack into places faster and without a trace better than him. She slept less than him. Ate less than him. Was less than him.

-       She wasn’t going to survive, she would burn out and become useless to the Agency and she would have to be disposed of.

-       … and even as far as he had come, as low as he had gone… that didn’t sit right with him. He chose this life, but someone that hollow did not. Someone that broken had been torn away from a good life, a happy life.

-       He imagined her having younger siblings who missed her, parents who searched the streets with her picture in hand begging for information, friends who no longer spoke to each other because the memory of her haunted them.

-       He wasn’t going to let the agency steal a life that didn’t belong to them.

-       It all started with innocent emails; just him asking how she was, sending her funny jokes or pictures, bantering and bitching about work in such a way that no one would be able to crack down on them for… make her smile. Make her strong. Don’t let her break.

-       606 soon became the life of the office… which didn’t say much because it was literally just him, her and Vanderwood in the small room. She was laughing and smiling and radiating joy- her work improved… the Agency was very happy.

-       707. Stay back tonight. Help me with an assignment?

-       Of course, 606, whatever you need.

-       That night when Vanderwood had finally gone past his threshold of exhaustion, the older man peeled himself off the chair and bid “the children” goodnight.

-       She kept typing, she kept on finishing her work for another 20 minutes as he sat there dumbfounded as to why she had asked him to stay back when all she was doing was literally more work. That was what tomorrow was for!

-       He was about to pack up and leave when she threw him a piece of paper.

I’m leaving. Tonight. Come with me.

-       He looked back up at her, there was nothing on her face to discern that she even sent him the message- or even blinked.

“So… you in?”

-       Of course, 606, whatever you need.

-       He nodded. She kept typing.

“Come and see me in my room then?”

-       Aahhh, so that’s how she was going to hide it- she was going to pretend they were going to sleep together. That was something he often found weird in the Agency- they didn’t care or discourage the formation of relationships between agents- probably believed if you got attached they could always use the partner as insurance or worse, incentive.

“Yeah, I’ll meet you in there.”

-       When he arrived she was in full combat gear, she was ready to fight her way out if needed. They went over the plan over and over again, whispering directly into each other’s ears so that not even the bugs in their rooms could pick up what they were saying. Also with occasional moan or shudder it seemed like they were just making out.

-       Her room was just above the route the laundry trucks would ride out from and she had managed to make contact with one of her friends from the outside- come midnight she, they, would jump down and escape this hell hole. They only had one chance to do this- the other agents on duty would notice a paused truck and would respond immediately.

-       The clock ticked by and before they knew it, it was 11:59 and the faint rumble of an engine could be heard, the soft hiss of the brakes beneath her window.

-       “In case I die,” she uttered, her face stoic and unmoving, “I want you to know- my name, it’s not 606. They wanted me to forget but I will never forget. My name is MC.”

-       It was like a punch to his chest, the sound of her name. It ignited something in him that he never thought he would have the chance to feel, to experience. Not there. To find her there amongst all the sin and evil that they do, he knew how to spot a miracle when God sent one.

-       “You’re not going to die MC, I promise,” he replied as he held her to him in a bone crushing embrace, “I promise.”

“Your name, 707- if I die, I want to know your-”

“Didn’t I just say that you weren’t going to die MC?” he chuckled as her helped out of the window, “I, Saeyoung Choi, promise you.”

-       The look on her face as she said his name would have been enough to take him to his grave. To see her face light up with joy and surprise as if someone had turned on a light inside of her, that would be one of his most treasured memories.

-       His sharp ears caught the sounds of rushed footsteps down the hall.

-       He pushed her roughly before she was ready and heard a loud snap of something when she fell onto the truck. MC was bowed forward, holding onto her right foot that had landed awkwardly and bent inwardly- her face contorted into silent screams.

-       Saeyoung made the sign of the cross as he backed away from the window to do a run up. God please- I just found her- don’t take her away from me.

-       He landed beside her, coiling his arms around her protectively as he laid her down to see the damage to her ankle- it was bad but nothing that some doctor couldn’t fix.

-       He beamed down at her, cupping her face tenderly…

-       As he tried desperately to ignore the barrage of agents chasing after the both of them.

-       Saeyoung gently caressed her features with his fingers, desperate to feel everything under his touch, etch it into his mind.

-       “You lie down here and keep safe okay? I’m going to go and hold them off-”

“No! You can’t do that! They’ll torture you to death!” she cried sitting up, screaming out in pain as she accidentally moved her foot. He shushed her, looking forward to see that they were nearly clear of the base… she was so close to being free.

“Shh, shhh- it’s okay MC. It’ll be okay. I promise,” he reassured her, his eyes crinkling so much that little droplets of tears dotted his auburn lashes.

“No it won’t be-”

“I’ll find you. I promise. I’ll find you.”

“Saeyoung!”

-       He jumped off the truck and refused to allow himself to look back at her- if he did, he would never be able to leave her side.

-       MC ignored the searing pain rushing up her leg to twist her body to watch her Soulmate’s noble sacrifice. One man, two, twelve men on him… he had no chance.

-       “Saeyoung!” she croaked, her voice stifled by her despair.

-       You promised…

-       707: WAIT

        Yoosung: Why?
       
        Zen:??

        707: Think someone entered the chat room;;

        Jumin: MC…?

-       Saeyoung smiled to himself as he traced the location and turned on the camera.

-       Promised I would find you.

 



Saeran:

-       He had been searching for months under her orders. Months and no one was right. He was about to give up hope, that he would have to send in one of their own to infiltrate the damned RFA… but then she appeared.

-       Like a gust of wind on a scorching day or the breath of air coursing through starved lungs- she blew into his life and turned it upside down.

-       He would follow her and watch her from afar. He would tap in and listen to her conversations- not because he was interested in what she was saying- he just wanted to hear her voice.

-       Her friend was laughing on the other line, “Oh… MC… you’re too much!”

-       Saeran fell to the floor, his knees smarting from the hard concrete. No- NO!

-       He crawled underneath his desk and curled up into a tight ball, his arms hugging his knees as he lightly rocked back and forth. Adrenaline pumped through his veins, made him jittery and on edge. No- he was warned against this. Was told that if he ever felt this that it was wrong, that he should only love the Saviour and their cause. That the call of someone else was evil, that it was the work of the corrupted

-       But he was already corrupted, no matter how many times they drugged him and made him try to forget- he knew he was… but MC-

-       She was perfect, absolutely perfect.

-       Unfortunately, the Saviour agreed.

-       It was hard to have something of your own in Mint Eye, something private, something sacred.

-       He had to get her back.

-       They had sent her to infiltrate an organisation full of desperate and lonely people- the most kind and innocent person sent into a den of wolves to feast upon. He had to save her.

-       He was frantic, he sent her conflicting messages- wanting to scare her away from Mint Eye but wanting her to stay away from them- especially Saeyoung. If any of them saw even half of what he saw in her… they would steal her away.

-       Finally the Saviour said it was time to claim their prize back, that since he was so good he could take her for himself- keep her safe himself. He was so happy. But when he got to the apartment, as he scaled the building and broke through the window to reach her… she was not as happy to see him.

-       She was screaming. She was backing away from him. She was afraid.

-       He couldn’t think straight- this wasn’t right. She was supposed to be happy to see him, to come with him willingly. Wasn’t that what Soulmates were about? The moment he knew her name-

-       That was it… he knew her name but she didn’t know his… to her he was…

-       “I’m from Paradise. You don’t know this but you were invited too… I know it took some time for me to come for you… now let’s go together… you look scared, don’t be. I won’t hurt you… endless parties, overflowing love, joy without pain… I’ll save you… You invited someone? Maybe… Luciel Choi?”

“MC- Are you hurt?”

“I-I’m fine!”

“I… I don’t know who you are… but let go of her!”

-       No. Not Luciel. The actor. The pretty one. Of course she would fall for the pretty one.

-       “No.” She’s mine. She’s meant for me.

“If you don’t, I’ll have to use force to protect my girl.”

I don’t want to do this.
“You move a single inch, you see this switch here? I’ll press it.” I won’t.

“What do you want?!”

-       The truth then.

-       “To escape this place safely with the RFA planner… If you don’t want to activate the bomb you better stay still. Just watch as I take… “your girl” and disappear.”

-       The pain in his arm paled in comparison to the ache in his heart when she pulled away from him to run into the arms of another man. Away from him. Always away.

-       Never his.

-       Meant to be his.

-       “My name… My name was Saeran.”




V:

-       It was the school for the rich and gifted.

-       Some more rich and others more gifted.

-       Most loved it there. Some merely tolerated it.

-       One person hated it.

-       Brought in through a scholarship to show how the school was “giving back to the community”, bringing in the charity case and parade them around like their latest trophy.

-       Well this trophy didn’t like the case she was put in. She didn’t like the people who thought they could polish her up and make her shine to their standards. She didn’t like them at all.

-       Especially those that shone the brightest- it hurt to look at them, like the sun- blindingly beautiful but dangerous.

-       None shone more so than V.

-       Pfft.

-       Who the hell named their child V? What pretentious jackass does that?

-       Wasn’t it enough that he went strutting around with his best friend, waving and talking to the more common folk? Wasn’t it too much that he went around taking photos of people and landscapes and saying pompous things like “everything is beautiful and everything is art?” Wasn’t it over the top that he had the gall to act all sweet and kind and look like some sort of bronzed Greek God? WASN’T IT?!

-       MC breathed in trying to calm herself. For the better part of the last six months she had spent it running, hiding and keeping her distance from him. He seemed hell bent on seeking her out and trying to talk to her- well she wanted nothing from him! No help! No charity! No pity! Just to be left alone.

-       During a study period, she was cornered by none other than that trust fund kid’s best friend, super-mega trust fund kid the first, Jumin Han.

-       He chose the desk right next to hers although almost every other desk was available, which only meant he wanted to speak to her.

-       “Why do you hate V?” he asked so bluntly she was surprised by it. She sat up from her prone position laying along the desk and twisted slightly to face the man to her left. She propped her head on her hand and gave him a long, pointed stare.  

-       “I… I don’t know. I just do. From his perfect hair to his perfect persona to, god even his name pisses me off! V! There are just some people that you’re not meant to get along with and he and I are obviously not meant to be besties,” she huffed as she rested the front of her torso back down against the desk, resting her chin atop her crossed arms.

-       “I told him,” he clicked his tongue as he shook his head ruefully, crossing his arms like a disappointed adult to a child… or small pet. “I told Jihyun that you were certifiable. Who hates someone just because of what they can see? Without even getting to know them?”

-       Her fingers dug into the worn wood of the table beneath her.

-       Jihyun… now that was… that was a name she liked. Her breath escaped her lungs as she whirled around so fast she almost lost balance on her seat. That name made her feel soft and fuzzy and loved- she had never even met him and she was already in love with him. Jihyun, a good and noble man who wanted nothing more than to love and care for the woman he loved and to be loved and cared for in return. A man who would make them such horrible breakfasts on Sunday when they were married that they would inevitably go out and eat at a restaurant- yet he never stopped trying. Because he loved her and one day he wanted to get it right. A man who would stay in and read the paper to her as she lay in between his legs and slept on his chest- he wouldn’t even move at all for fear she’d wake or be disturbed.

-       She loved that name.

-       Her heart beat faster and suddenly she couldn’t control her extremities, her legs were bouncing up and down in excitement and her hands unsure of where to place themselves, every place awkward compared to the thought of her hands being linked with his. It didn’t feel right- to be on her own, not now she knew his name.

-       “Who?” she meekly asked the ebony haired prince next to her. He was fiddling with a loose thread on his blazer sleeve, pulling at the strand until it came out completely. “Jumin- who?” she repeated hoping that her insistence would be enough to show him how important it was for her to know who this man was.

-       He gave her a perplexed look, thoughtful eyes glided over her form as if he were trying to ascertain whether she was joking or not. His eyes widened and his mouth pressed into a thin line when he quickly realised that she wasn’t asking in jest, she was completely serious.

“Jihyun… Jihyun Kim is V’s real name. The man you so ardently hated?” he answered, his mouth twitching up into a wry smile.

-       Damn it.

-       MC violently pushed herself back from the desk with both hands before she started running to the last place she had seen V- Jihyun. He was entering the dark room just as she was heading to the study hall. The light was on meaning he was developing something… she should be patient…

-       … but all those months… all those wasted months- how could he forgive her? She didn’t know but she had to try!

-       The light flicked off and she knocked, waiting for him to call out that it was okay and that she could come it. She slowly opened the door and closed it behind her.

-       Less than five steps away was Jihyun, pulling down some developed photos.

-       He was right. Everything was beautiful. Everything was art.

-       He was art.

-       And she was just some dumb pedestrian trying to look at the piece and critique it without having all the history and facts behind it, not knowing the mastery it took to create it. The love that went into it. Fool.

-       He turned to her and she swore that the blue of his eyes was just that little bit bluer, the tone of his hair that much deeper and his lips, full and perfect and so ready for her to kiss she couldn’t believe there was ever a time she wanted to slap his smile off. Now she’d do anything to keep it there forever.

-       What’s in a name? Everything. What did Shakespeare know?

-       “I… I’m so sorry,” she cried, prostrating herself in a deep bow.

-       Startled, V set aside his print and pulled the bowing woman up and forced her to look at him.

“What for? I’m not aware of anything you’ve done that would warrant an apology,” he replied good naturedly, his kind smile warming her to her bones.

“I have been terrible to you and only because… for some unknown reason- I couldn’t stand your name. What it stood for, what you seemingly stood for,” she confessed, her cheeks burning under the harsh lights.

-       V reached behind her and turned on the dark room red lights once again- to save her from embarrassment.

-       “I know- it’s okay MC, you don’t have to explain. I know my name is the problem,” he admitted with a careless shrug. MC gawked at him, how could he know? How could he possibly know?! “I’ve known since the first day when I felt the bond but you did nothing but run away from me- I knew that my name was faulty and that although you may be my Soulmate- that I simply was not yours.”

-       All this time, he thought he was the problem. That she didn’t love him because his name was faulty, that he was faulty.

-       Her heart shattered and she bit her lip to stop herself from crying. She almost ruined this man, she continued to pile hurt upon hurt on him and now there she was telling her how much she loved him… well… that was what she wanted to do, whether or not she could do it not was the other question.

-       “No… I… I was just stupid. I thought your name was V, not Jihyun. There was nothing wrong with your name- there is nothing wrong with you. I… just, wanted to let you know that. You’re amazing. You’re perfect and I want to get to know you, just as you are.”

-       Even in the dark, the brightness from his smile could be seen.

-       “You do?” the hope in his voice evident, taking the first steps to close the gap between them.

“I do. I want the chance to know the real Jihyun,” she beamed.

“I would love nothing more than that, MC,” he replied, encircling his arms around her body.

-       Well what do you know, they were a perfect fit.

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Little Witch (Part 2)

Pairings: Peter x reader

Word count: 1 563

Summary: The reader is raised by Hydra but manages to escape after they kill her parents. She is emotionally unstable and can’t control her powers. The Avengers rescue her and give her everything she missed form life and wanted to feel. But would her new found love be enough to extinguish her desire for revenge? What would be the side she would choose to rely on? Will she be ready to face the real her?

A/N: I cannot believe so many people liked Little witch. You guys made me so happy. After posting the story I went to bed and was really surprised in the morning when i saw that there were already 270 notes, 10 messages and 70 new followers. I’m amazed. You are awesome! ♥ I did my best to write this part and i know it may be a little boring but i promise the next ones (of course, if you want me to post them) to be more interesting. Please let me know what you think and if you would like to write from someone’s P.O.V. Enjoy ♥ (and sorry for the mistakes) 

Part 1

Originally posted by sexy-stan

All the avengers except Wanda and Bruce were now standing in front of the small medical center Tony had created a few months ago for situations like this. Through the transparent Plexiglas which was used as a wall, the heroes were looking at their new visitor. Wanda was inside with Dr. Banner, who was trying to find out and heal the wounds on the girl’s body.

“So what’s her name?”, Tony suddenly asked.

The whole group looked at Steve and Clint waiting for an answer. Since they came back, the girl was directly transported to the medical room, while the others were standing in the dark about what was going on.  

“She didn’t say it.”, Steve answered simply without moving his eyes from the girl inside.

“What exactly happened?”, Tony was eager to get at least some information.

“Yeah, the son of Col didn’t say anything about bringing a girl here.”

There was silent for a minute and when Clint saw Steve wouldn’t tell anything due to being sunk deep in his thoughts again, he recounted the story.

After the girl had recognized the American hero – Captain America, she gave them a chance to speak why they were here and what were they exactly doing. Wanda was the one who had talked most maybe because she knew how the girl was feeling at that moment.

“We are not Hydra’s agents. I know you are scared, probably frightened to death, but we just want to help you. ”, Wanda had spoken softly.

“How did you find me?”

“We have some sources that let us know when someone is in danger. There’s nothing you can be suspicious of. Come with us, we will give you food, clothes…answers.”, Steve had succeeded in attracting her attention.

“I-”, the girl had been glancing at the faces of each hero standing in front of her seeing the pure sincerity in their eyes. She hardly had come with a decision.

“If you don’t like us or feel threatened you can go, but give us a chance. We won’t let you down, I promise.”, with those words spoken from the brown-haired witch, who the girl began liking since the beginning, the little witch had accepted their offer still slightly suspicious.

“Through the whole flight Wanda was the only one who talked with her. I think she is the one who the girl trusts.”, Clint noted as he finished the story.

“Can we trust her?”, Nat questioned, “I mean, she is powerful, that can be seen, but what if it’s a Hydra’s way to get in here and collect important information about us, S.H.I.E.L.D?”

“I do not think so.”, Peter finally interfered with the conversation. He, as Steve, hadn’t stopped looking at the girl they found alone in the deep woods hours ago, “If you had seen her face when we came…”, her (y/e/c), full with tears and at the same time with rage appeared in front of him, “I have no clue what they did to her but it’s definitely not good.”

“I have the same opinion. We know what Hydra can do to their experiments. I saw what they have done to Bucky. It won’t surprise me if she had gone through the same.”

“Mr. Stark, I found the girl.”, Jarvis’ voice sounded through the corridor they were all standing in.

“You made him check her?!”

“Of course, Clint. I want to know who is coming in the base.”, Tony declared and then spoken to Jarvis, “What did you find out?”

“It was hard given the fact that her face hasn’t been seen by any camera in the world since ten years ago. However, I managed to do my job. Her name is (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N). At the age of seven she was kidnapped from her parents as they were on a vacation in Russia. Strangely, it seems the parents weren’t that eager to find her. They ended the seeking after a year. ”

At the same time in the medical room, Bruce and Wanda were trying to understand more about (Y/N)’s conditional and powers.

“So you are a witch, too?”, (Y/n) asked as her eyes widened from happiness.

“Yes, (Y/n), I am, just like you.”

“How did you become? You were born with it or?”

“Sadly, my powers aren’t natural. I got them the same as you – Hydra gave them to me. ”, Wanda was sitting opposite the girl, while Bruce was doing his job, “Some years ago, me and my brother, Pietro, were taken my Hydra so they could do tests on us.”

“And what were they doing to you?”

“They used something like a scepter and did different things to examine our powers. That’s all I remember.”, Wanda gave a smile to this little girl who had probably went through the same as her.

“So your stay there was like a holiday in comparison with mine.”, the girl stated with a bitterness in her voice.

“Was it that bad?”, Bruce spoke for the first time since he came there to observe the girl, “We have seen what Hydra have done to some people, but-”

“But you can never imagine or feel what they did to me so don’t act as though you had a clue how they tortured me.”

“I-I am sorry, I didn’t mean to-”, Bruce began apologizing but the girl stopped him.

“I see you’re trying to make me feel comfortable and so on but there’s no need to exaggerate.”, the girl’s stomach groaned and she hurried to put her hands over it to silence the sound.

“How can I be so stupid?! We are here from hours and you haven’t eaten anything in days and we still haven’t given you water or something to eat. I’m coming in minutes.”, Wanda was almost out of the room when she turned around, “Do you want anything specific or whatever I bring?”

“Whatever you bring.”, the girl answered but Wanda had already used her powers to see what the girl longed for to eat.

Bruce and (Y/n) stayed in silence until the doctor decided to ruin it by asking a simple question.

“Do you know what powers you have?”

“No and I don’t even know how to control them.”

“We can befriend you to learn how to cope with them. ”, the girl was about to say something but Bruce hurried to finish, “I do know how hard it can be, if you’re wondering. I have some ‘angry issues’ as Stark tends to say. When I am angry I turn into a big green monster-”

“Hulk.”, (Y/n) stated calmly as she remembered a part of a conversation, she heard years ago.

“Yes, Hulk. If I do not control it, I would kill the people I love without having a clue or regretting about it.”

Seeing how hard it was for that man to cope with his behavior and the terrified expression that appeared on his face just because of the thought of murdering his friends was enough to show her that each one of the superheroes here had gone through so dreadful situations. It showed her that she wasn’t alone anymore and that she can trust them. They will help her to recover, to control and maybe give her the family she lost ten years ago.

“Will you teach me?”, a smile spread on Bruce’s face as he murmured a positive answer.

The door opened and Wanda entered holding a tray with food.

“I hope you don’t mind inviting the others.”, seven people followed the witch in the room.

“Hello.”, the girl gave them a small smile and wave.

“I am Natasha but you can call me Nat.”, a read-head woman spoke, “Here are some clean clothes you can put on after you -”, but before Natasha had finished her sentence the girl had attacked the food.

There was a huge burger with French fries and curry sauce. She took a big bite and barely managed to chew it before taking another one.

“Sorry, ju’t úngry .”

While (Y/n) was eating the heroes introduced themselves to her. She knew some of them given the fact they had ruined some of Hydra’s experiments and bases but not their personal names. She liked them all, maybe Tony was too cocky but she did like ‘em all.

“You’d probably want to rest and recover but I have to ask you some questions. Do you mind?”, Stark didn’t want to scare the girl but he did needed answers.

“Let her at least take a shower before overwhelming her with your queries.”, when Peter stated his opinion the girl looked at him with a thankful smile. He blushed a little but tried not to break an eye contact. Even in those ripped and dirty clothes, and the messy (y/h/c) he could see the beauty in her. Something in her eyes was pulling him closer. He wanted to understand what had happened to her, what had broken her in such a way and revenge.

“Peter, show her the bathroom. We will wait you in the living room.”, and with that the avengers exited the room leaving the two teenagers inside.

“So, Peter…”, the way (Y/n) pronounced his name, as thought tasting it, feeling how it would sound, created a strange feeling in Peter’s stomach, “Where can I clean myself?”, a smirked appeared on the girl’s face as she saw the blushing boy opposite her.

Part 3

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But you have know idea how much the team at Pixar researched about Mexican culture. From my visit to Mexico music was a huge part of the culture and musicians used the guitar alot. Unfortunately Guillermo del Toro's (producer of BOL) movies haven't been doing well. And (director of BOL) Jorge isn't barely known. Also coco is Co directed and written by Adrian Molina. Someone of Latino origin. I'm sure he understands the culture. Using the same holiday isn't really a rip off.

I have no issue with Pixar doing a well researched film on Dia de Los Muertos. My problem is that Disney and Pixer outright passed on A Book of Life and then decided “never mind we will do it” and then couldn’t even be bothered to hire an actual Mexican director. And then decided to have a plot very similar to The Book of Life, a film they, again, rejected because it would not get interest in America. 

I am also not going to just forget the fact Disney grossly tried to copyright “Dia de Los Muertos”, they literally tried to copyright a Mexican Holiday so they could make money of it. It would mean actual Mexicans would have to pay Disney to use Dia de los Muertos. This is gross. It would be like a Mexican film company trademarking Christmas. 

I am Latina myself. There is a difference between being Latino and being Mexican in this case. Dia de Los Muertos is a Mexican Holiday and they should have hired an actual Mexican director to actually do the project. 

Again I am not going to stop people from watching this. Am I glad to see our cultures getting more attention, yeah. But I’m also not going to let Disney get away with what they did just because of whom they are. We need to hold companies accountable.  

This isn’t about Pixar not being able to make a film like this. It is about the shady history behind this film and Disney’s treatment of A Book of Life before practically ripping it off.  

I am a lightning warrior

So our group is rolling new characters for a 5e campaign because one of our regulars is away on holidays. I decide on going to play a halfling cleric of valkur. I couldn’t decide on a name so i did what I normally do and jumble up words, i decided angsty would be fun to mutilate. Short cut a week to when our group is being introduced. We have 2 fighters, a monk, a bard, a barbarian and myself, Gnatsy Rumble Hilltoppler. 

 Almost immediately I’m confused by the looks I’m getting. 

Our monks player: “we need to make him the leader!”

Every one looks at him, and I’m more confused than ever.

M: so we can be the Gnatsy party.

And then i realize my error. In my normal and typically innocent naming ritual. I’d given birth to a 3'8" halfling blitzkrieger. The guys weren’t letting it go either. 

So Gnatsy now had the mannerisms to go accordingly. My party didn’t drop it so I’m playing it out.

He goosesteps when he’s in deep thought, points “over there”, and now has a Germanic accent.

Promising Reciprocity II pt.1

genre: smut

jimin x reader, slight dom!jimin, slight spanking

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Deciding to go on a vacation with a few friends and lots of alcohol seemed to be the best idea after taking your exams. Especially the fact that your crush made you an offer that included more than just his friendship.                        But what does the future bring for the feelings you developed for Park Jimin?

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„Guys, good news. My uncle said yes!“, your enthusiastic friend, Jungkook, announced as he stormed over the grass of the park you decided to meet up.

Loud cheering was heard from your best friend Lona and her boyfriend Hoseok. After months of exhaustion, a light at the end of the tunnel. The last few weeks were a torture of late night learning sessions, way too many energy drinks and insomnia. This is why you and a group of friends wanted to escape the daily life to drive to Jungkook’s uncle’s holiday home a few miles from town. You already gave up hope because his uncle took his time answering all messages and phone calls the boy had given him until this lazy sunday morning.

“Finally he answered! I’m so excited to go!”, your joyful voice was heard.

“Yeah, me too, but we have to discuss some rules and so on. My uncle is pretty strict if it comes to his little holiday home”, Jungkook replied.

This announcement did not mute your excitement. Instead the four of you began to speak in a mess before Jungkook told you what you had to note for your trip. It was a long list of not letting anyone home alone to cleaning our stuff up on our last day.

Next to you, Lona, your childhood best friend seemed uneasy all of a sudden as she started to squirm which left you wondering what might be the reason for her concern. You looked at her and nudged her arm.

“Everything’s alright?”, you whispered so the two boys would not notice.

Instead of answering you in a low voice she declared the worst possible thing that could happen to the peaceful vacation you painted in your head.

“I have to tell you something, but please don’t be angry with me!”, Lona said apologizing.

Hoseok, Lona’s boyfriend and your high school friend, Jungkook and you waited for her to speak as you stared at her intensely. She avoided all the stares before she inhaled deeply.

“You know my sister Lynn, right?”

A loud groan escaped all three mouths as you heard the name of Lona’s younger sister.

“Come on guys, don’t make it that hard for me!”, the girl pouted, “But my parents won’t be home while we are gone. And, as you all know, Lynn isn’t capable of staying home alone.. So can she tag along? She will behave, I promise!”

This proclamation left you speechless. Lona couldn’t be serious. Sure thing, her sister was just a year younger than her, but this did not mean that they had the same characteristics. While Lona was a charming girl who liked to hang out and party, Lynn had to exaggerate in everything her older sister did. If Lona went to a frat party with us, her sister had to come along and embarrass herself with uncontrollable drinking habits. If Lona slept over at your house, Lynn would call her at night and threaten her to come home. One time she even tried to seduce Hoseok, but luckily the boy called Lona and told her everything. All in all, Lynn was a bitch who granted everyone bad luck but herself.

This were the reasons Jungkook shook his dark locks heavily. “You are joking, right? I’m not going to take this bitch with me! No excuses for her, sorry Lona.”

Hoseok and you nodded at his words. Neither did the boys nor did you wanted to have this witch on your peaceful, relaxing vacation because you all knew that Lynn’s presence would bring war.

“Jungkook’s right, Baby. I don’t wanna admit it, but your sister will just cause chaos”, Hoseok tried to sooth his girlfriend, “Why don’t you speak to your parents again?”

“I did!”, Lona explained weak, “They told me I couldn’t go if Lynn can’t come with me. You guys know how strict my parents are. They are afraid that she burns our house down or kills somebody by accident.”

Sadly exactly this was why you did not want her to tag along but nobody dared to say this to the dejected girl next to you.

“This is bullshit, Lona”, you said while rubbing he girl’s arm, “Your sister is old enough to stay home alone. Just what are your parents thinking?”

“Guess they are not, that’s the problem”, Lona said sarcastically.

In your head you tried to find a solution but failed as you thought of different scenarios. Your eyes were glued to your best friends face while she played nervously with her fingernails.

“Just don’t leave me here, it’ll be so boring alone without you”, Lona declared sadly, “There are enough beds and we also have a free seat in the car. We’ll be partying the whole time anyway, so you won’t even notice that Lynn is there.”

You exhaled loudly. Of course there was enough space for all-

“Are you sure you did count all of us in?”, Jungkook asked, smiling victoriously, “She can’t tag along because we already would be five.”

“Ah, I forgot, but Hoseok’s parents have a bigger car that they might lend us”, Lona defended and looked hopefully at her boyfriend.

You on the opposite were confused as hell. What were they talking about? You thought that you would have been up-to-date but your friends had to prove you wrong.

“Can anybody explain what is going on? Who is coming with us?”

The three of them watched as you held your hands up in confusion.

“Y/n, hadn’t Lona told you that Jimin will be the one who wanted to come with us?”, Hoseok spoke while looking at you calmly his little dimples showing.

Slowly your eyes made its way to your best friend who avoided her eyes pretty fast. Park Jimin, your crush since high school, was going to live with you for the time you stayed at Jungkook’s holiday house? The Park Jimin who you always admired but was too shy to start anything with? And the only person who knew had just forgotten to tell you this little, new detail?

Your gaze pierced Lona for not letting you know that your crush would come along. Suddenly the others around you stood up from the grass you sat on.

“So it’s set then?”, the tall girl asked while taking her boyfriend’s hand in hers, “Thank you, really, I know you hate her, even I do. So I’m indebted now.” Lona’s cheerful voice left you in confusion.

How long did you think about the fact that Jimin would be beside you while you are gone? Long enough for you not to notice that the group had decided to try the trip with Lynn as well. They also agreed to end your vacation if she did not behave. No wonder Lona was so cheerful again, she was able to go even though she had to babysit her annoying sister.

“Let’s talk over the phone about the stuff we need to bring with us”, Jungkook shouted to you as he made his way over the green grass of the park you had met up.

You waved goodbye before turning to look at the two remaining persons who stood next to you.

“I’m going then”, were your last words while turning on your heel to go home thinking about the upcoming event that made your heart race, in excitement and fear.


The heat was unbearable as you sat in the back-seat of Hoseok’s van. Next to you Lona played games on her phone while singing along to the music that filled the big car. The seat in front of you was taken by your best friends sister, Lynn and unfortunately only a rucksack separated her from your crush, Park Jimin. The front row was occupied by Hoseok who drove and Jungkook who had the task to navigate your group to your destination without getting lost on the way. Your suitcases were packed behind you but because of the little space all your lunch packs and water bottles had to stay between Lynn and Jimin and for that you were more than thankful.

The hour you already spent in the van, Lynn tried more attempts to flirt with Jimin that you lost count. They boy on the other hand was polite - watching her tits up and down was an exception -  but you could see that he was clearly tired of her talking. She was pretty - at least one feature she scored with - but Jimin did not seem the least bit interested in a conversation with her.

“Y/n, sing along!”, Lona said and threw her hands in the air, “That’s our jam!”

Giggling at her childish behaviour you began to shout the song in loud voices. Laughter was heard from the seat across from you. The black haired boy, who you found so utterly handsome, looked straight at you, a bright smile on his face. His teeth were showing as you shouted the next verse with your best friend. Only then you noticed his starring and your voice got stuck in your throat in embarrassment. Jimin’s smile deepened so you could see the crooked front tooth of his.

“Wonderful voice, y/n”, your crush remarked laughing, “Keep going, it makes this boring ride funny.”

You felt your cheeks burning but smiled at him shyly. “How about you try it out, too? I bet you know this song.”

With this the bright smile turned into a grin before Jimin turned around again just to start shouting the lyrics as well as the girl next to you. You watched him in awe while continuing the little singing session you guys had started. With that the next half hour flew by pretty fast and Hoseok drove to a picnic area to eat the packed lunches.

“The fucking heat is killing me in the back”, you complained as you climbed out to get into the fresh air. The sun was already setting, so you decided to eat pretty fast before retuning onto the streets.

“Wanna swap the seats?”, a melodious voice spoke behind you.

Goosebumps made its way along you arms at his voice.

“I really want to but your legs are too long for you to fit in the back of the van”, you looked at Jimin over your shoulder, “But thanks.”

The few sentences you exchanged were more than you had ever spoken to each other. The dark haired boy visited the class next to you in high school but Jungkook, your male best friend, was also his friend why you knew Jimin in the first place. At your very first meet up you were so shy that you just went home after seeing Jimin next to Jungkook. You never said more than ‘hello’ and ‘see you’ to your crush and the attention you were getting from him now, was making you quite nervous.

His loud voice woke you from the memories you had of your shy days around him: “Lynn, is it okay if you swap your seat for the next hours?”

The blond, tall girl smiled sweetly at Jimin as she walked slowly back to the two of you. Her eyes never left Jimin’s face.

“I do everything for you, Cutie”, she chirped and you had the feeling that your last meal might land before you at her cockiness.  

“Thanks”, was the only word Jimin answered while checking out Lynn’s body again, “Problem solved.”

A light giggle escaped your mouth while you went to the other three persons, waiting for you to start unpacking the lunch boxes you had prepared. The time went by fast before you made yourself comfortable on the seat the blond girl had sat on previously. Jimin climbed in after you, grinning at your delicate figure next to him. This time no rucksack separated the seats , therefore you were slightly nervous.

“Guess it takes the time we already drove and then let’s just go to bed, this heat is unbearable”, you heard Lona behind you whining about the hottest seat she had. Thank god, you were finally able to relax instead of melting in the back seats.

“Have you seen the latest action movie, y/n? Or isn’t it your genre of movies?”, Jimin suddenly turned his attention to you. He had his tablet in his hands and you could see that the intro of a movie was playing on it. Staggered you looked at the pretty boy beside you.

“I watch everything except horror movies, it gives me chills. But no, it seems pretty new, isn’t it?”, you said while shyly avoiding his dark brown eyes.

“It is! Want to watch it together? I mean, we have more than a hour to kill”, Jimin said, you could see the crooked tooth again, and found it unbelievably cute. The normally cocky, sexy atmosphere around him was not that strong if he smiled with his plump, red lips.

Jimin’s hand went though his black hair as he waited for your answer, eyes focused on your pretty face. He licked his lips while you loosened your seat belt and slid on the seat in the middle, right next to him, leaning forward to grab one of his headphones. You never were this near to Jimin, so the scent that filled your nose was completely new. It intoxicated you the moment you leaned in. Strong cologne, peppermint as well as hair gel formed the scent of Jimin. The distance allowed you to see every muscle that laid beneath the light blue, ripped jeans and the plain white shirt he wore. Now you even notices little moles on his face, his cross earrings and his really long eyelashes. You could not focus on the intro of the film as you were starring at the incredibly attractive boy.

“Y/n, the movie has already began, don’t you think you might focus on it rather than on me?”, Jimin whispered while leaning further into you, pressing his shoulder against yours.

Flushed your eyes narrowed to his hands, cursing you for blankly starring at your crush and even get caught. No wonder you were the black sheep in your family.

“Sorry”, you whispered weakly.

Jimin smiled to himself and observed you a while before the movie caught his attention. During the movie you felt Jimin’s free hand move up around your shoulders, resting on them lightly. The red hue in your cheeks increased and at this rate he had to hear your heartbeat.

“It’s okay, right?”, he whispered again.

You nodded before his hand began to massage your shoulder.

“Relax, y/n, I won’t bite. Not yet.”

With that the last bit relaxation was gone.


At ten this evening you finally got to your destination. The house of Jungkook’s uncle was bigger than you imagined. An alley of grass, cherry blossom trees and a white fence lined the gateway that lead to the white house in front of you. It lay before a little forest next to a few other houses.

“Guys, let’s unpack our cases and then we should eat before exploring the area”, Jungkook stated while opening the trunk of Hoseok’s van.

“I don’t have the energy to explore anything around here except for Lona”, the boy with the curls said sheepishly.

You rolled your eyes at this comment, following Jungkook with your own stuff. The boy opened the front door, searching for the switch of the light.

The house was coloured in brown hues, wooden furniture and the minimum of technological gadgets. At least there was a TV in the living room and internet. The back of the holiday home formed a wooden terrace and a garden you could eat your breakfast in.

After all of you looked around you gathered on the couch in the living room, discussing your next steps.

“There are three bedrooms, and I guess Lona goes with Hoseok, right?”, Jungkook said while looking at the only couple in the room. A double nod was his answer. “Okay, y/n and Lynn? Or do you want to share with Lynn, Jimin?”

“Not doing with her, forget it”, you made your opinion very clear as you shook you head furiously.

“That’s mean, y/n”, Lynn said with strained disappointment in her voice.

“Y/n can go with me”, Jungkook just said and shrugged his shoulder, “Not the first time she slept in my bed.” A grin spread across his face he winked, showing his bunny teeth.

“If she wants, we also can share a bed”, Jimin’s voice reported from the other side of the couch.

All eyes were on the boy with the black hair who smiled at you. Before you knew what you were doing you nodded your head.

At this Jungkook groaned. “I’m sleeping on the sofa, thanks y/n.”


Panic flooded your body as you made your way to the bedrooms upstairs the house. Behind you was Jimin who seemed to be relaxation in its purest form. What drove you the moment you agreed to sleep with your crush in the same bed? Jealousy? Insanity? You couldn’t change it anyway now. Jungkook was leading before he opened the last door at the end of the floor. Lona and Hoseok had their room next to you while Lynn’s bedroom was across the floor.

White coloured walls and a light wardrobe greeted you as well as a cute desk made of glass without a chair. Only the huge bed with flower patterned sheets caught your attention, that built the centre of the room. You gulped loudly at the thought that Jimin’s body will be sprawled across this silky sheets in mere hours. Even though you did not want to admit the feeling in your lower stomach, you felt it tensing up at that thought.

“Y/n, if he bothers you, join me downstairs, understood?”, Jungkook said while laying his arm across the other boy’s wide shoulders. Jimin was a few centimetres shorter than Jungkook, also the grinning boy was younger than his best friend. Your crush just nudged your best friend in his sides before smiling brightly at you.

“I don’t think she will be bothered by me”, Jimin’s voice got a little lower what made you see-saw.

“Don’t worry, Kookie, I can handle him by myself”, you heard yourself saying, grinning at the two boys whom were watching you playing with a strand of your hair.

You watched as the boys talked about some things they wanted to do while you were here, unpacking your suitcase and folding your clothing to lay them in the empty closet. A few minutes later, Jungkook made it’s way downstairs. Now you were alone with Jimin and the atmosphere changed immediately.

“You can handle me?”, the handsome boy giggled, sitting down on the bed, propped up on his hands. His gaze lay on you while he tilted his head showing his pearly teeth.

“After you told me you wouldn’t bite, I guess I can do just that, yeah”, you answered, leaning against the desk underneath the window on the right side of the room.

Jimin’s head flew back and an angelic laugh escaped his plump lips. The heat rushed to your cheeks again, but you did not dare to look away from him.

“Today I won’t bite but don’t except this from me tomorrow”, the dark haired guy said, winking at you, before standing up. The first thought was that he might do something to you, but instead he opened his backpack and pulled a towel and a little bag out of it.

“I’m going to take a shower. Tell Jungkook to order me something to eat, too, yeah?”

Jimin grinned at you shortly as he went out of your room.

The cute characteristics you always imagined he had, turned out to be your own false ideals. In reality Jimin seemed to be a cocky guy, who was everything but the boyfriend material you always thought he would be. The slight feeling of disappointment filled your bones as you snatched your phone and went to join Jungkook.


Back in your room, you changed into your sleeping shorts and a white, low-cut t-shirt for the night. You were quite exhausted from the three hours long drive and the feeling that Park Jimin had some unknown plans as he was your room mate for the time being.

You already had washed up and were ready to head to bed. Lona and Hoseok were long gone while you sat downstairs talking with Jungkook. Some time later Lynn also went to her upstairs and Jimin followed a few minutes later. You were surprised not to find him in your room as you tiptoed in the dark, trying to find your way to the bed.

Only as you switched off the light of the little lamp above you, you heard him opening the door.

“Y/n?”, a low whisper rang from the door.

“I’m awake”, you answered aloud before Jimin switched the light on.

“Sorry, sleep tight, y/n”, Jimin said while unbuttoning his jeans and stripping the rest of his clothes.

How could you sleep while you saw the guy of your high school dreams right before your eyes, only in his boxers, naked torso, shadows dancing on it with every move. The tiredness was gone but as you tried to avoid your gaze, the boy crossed his arms before his bare chest.

“This is the second time today, y/n”, a little smirk played around his plump lips.

“Yeah, it’s okay. Turn the lights down and go to sleep”, even though you wanted to hide your excitement, your voice shook a little.

But instead of an answer the room was suddenly left in darkness and the black haired, half naked boy climbed into the bed next to you. You could feel his presence as he lay down, throwing his blanket over his body.

“I hope Hoseok and his girlfriend are quiet though”, he whispered beside you into the dark.

“Don’t worry, they already fucked before you came in”, you stated with light frustration.

You felt the mattress move as Jimin turned around, face in your direction. But your stare stayed fixated on the ceiling you could not see in the dark.

“Good night, Jimin”, you whispered.

“Good night, y/n”, he answered while hugging his own pillow.

This night you could not sleep one bit. The only times you closed your eyes the image of the boy next to you popped up in your head and with that you stayed awake, hearing the heavy breathing of your crush next to you.


The next morning you decided the activities you wanted to do the next days. Shopping, swimming or partying were the main points that were discussed. Up until now Lona’s little sister was rather quiet but as the words ‘party’, ‘alcohol’ or ‘sex’ made its way into the conversation, she was full awake and getting on your nerves.

Lastly you decided on going shopping in separated groups and going to a famous club this evening. Fortunately your best friend, Lona, would come with you as you wanted to buy some underwear and a suited outfit for the occasion at night. But as Lynn was not allowed to stay behind, she had to tag along with the two of you. You understood that she could not go with the boys but you wanted her neither.

“Take this and.. definitely the black one”, Lona said as she held both dresses up to decide which one suited you better. “The lucky bastard who gets to see you in those, lord, help him.”

You rolled your eyes, laughing loudly, at her exaggeration. The underwear you held up left nothing to ones imagination, black lace that let anyone see through it as it was mostly transparent. A black dress, pretty short only held by two small strings over your shoulder, silk at its finest. You were not sure if you were cabable in wearing such an outfit the right way but definitely wanted to try.

“It reminds me more of a lingerie than an actual dress”, you stated, running your hands down the soft fabric.

“Shut up and take it”, your best friend nodded while grabbing the dress and going to the cashier.

The two of you bought new clothes while Lynn just waited for the two of you to finish your shopping trip to go to the meet up at the restaurant you wanted to have lunch together. Lona had an exclusive eye for fashion therefore she paid for a red revealing dress and monstrous high heels you would never be able to walk on.

After your meet up, Lona wanted to spend some time with Hoseok, so you had to do something with Jungkook, Jimin and unfortunately Lynn. Neither the boys nor you wanted to wander through the hot city any more wherefore you went home again. There you and Jungkook watched TV for some time until tiredness seeped though your bones. You lay your head on your best friends thighs, animating him to stroke your hair. You often did this the last years of your friendship, even though it appeared strange to other people, like Jimin.

“Why don’t you get a room?”, he said, shaking his head as he sat down next to Jungkook.

“It’s a habit. She can sleep here if she had a stressful night”, the boy defended you, caressing your head with his big hand.

“Stressful night? We just slept, dude”, confusion traced Jimin’s voice, looking at your face. “She would not be able to stay awake either here or in her own bed if I would have finished her.”

“Just let me sleep, I want to have fun tonight and not go to bed at nine”, your weak voice was heard and the boys fell silent.

Slowly you drifted to sleep hearing low voices talking about you.


You were woken by a hand that shook you lightly. The nap you only wanted to take developed into a deep sleep why you were quite shocked as you saw Jungkook’s face traced with pain.

“Sorry y/n, but I can’t feel my thighs and my dick any more.”

While rubbing your eyes you got up from his lap, looking at the round watch on the wall. Two hours until you wanted to leave for the club.

“Thanks, Kookie”, a warm smile played around your lips as you patted his brown curls. You stretched before standing up, walking towards the bathroom up the stairs.

Lona already waited for you to wake up as she wanted to tell you what she and Hoseok did. They met some people who showed them a special lake near your house. She described it as ‘a must go to’, so you agreed to stay there the next days if the weather was as nice as the last days.

“You have to wear your new clothes, y/n. They are washed and dry as well, so go on!”

Lona forced you into your newly snatched underwear and dress before doing your hair and make up.

“Jimin will only have eyes for you, y/n”, your best friend smiled at you proudly.

“Ah, I guess his character is too far from what I thought he would be”, you explained sadly. “He is more of a cocky playboy rather than the charming guy I thought he would be at the beginning of our trip. But I shouldn’t be expecting anything. Actually it was the first time I talked to him yesterday.”

Your best friend listened to your complains.

“Bullshit, y/n!”, she said. “You shouldn’t care, he eats you with his eyes the whole fucking time. Even if he is not suited for the perfect partner but a good fuck would be a good fuck. Sweetie, I don’t want to say this, but you definitely need one.”

Shock was written on your face. Of course you thought about Jimin in this light, but an actual friendship would not be possible any more if something more intimate might happen between you two.

“We’ll see, Lona. Let’s collect your sister and head for the club, I need some alcohol.”

With that you girls went downstairs to find the rest of your group.

“Babe, you look so fucking sexy! Let us just stay here, you won’t need this slutty dress any more”, Hoseok spun his girlfriend around, licking his lips.

“You think all the work will be for nothing? Wait till later”, Lona winked at her boyfriend, kissing him passionately, while you avoided you gaze, looking for Jungkook and Jimin.

Lynn’s voice reached your ears, turning around to see the boys walking down the stairs as well.

“God, Jimin, you are far too handsome”, her high pitched voice shouted before she ran towards Jimin, letting her hands wander around his chest. The girl wore a tight red skirt with a black crop top, showing of her nice body.

Jimin grinned down at her, his hands on her waist shortly before noticing your presence behind the girl in front of him. His jaw dropped as his eyes wandered from your heels to the curls Lona had made you. The dark eyes found its way down your body again, letting go of Lynn.

“Y/n, nice dress”, he smiled, coming a few steps closer.

“Thanks, nice outfit, too”, you replied, checking him out as frankly as he did.

Today Jimin went with black ripped jeans, that wrapped tightly around his muscular thighs, a dark blue shirt with long sleeves that were pretty airy at the wrists and had a low-cut. Boots completed his casual but sexy outfit. Your mouth watered as you thought about the conversation from before and decided to take Lona’s advice for today. 'A good fuck’.

Jimin’s plump, red lips curved at the sight before him. You looking so deliciously hot, devouring himwith your sparkling eyes. The night began promising, he thought.

“Better let’s go before Lona and Hoseok fuck in front of us”, the missing boy, Jungkook, announced while heading to the front door.

They wouldn’t be the only ones, you thought and followed Jungkook into the breezy air.


Danceable music filled the huge room as your group entered the famous club 'Night-owl’. Several hundred people flooded the dance floors, laughing, talking and moving their bodies rhythmically to the loud music. Your friends danced their way to the counter of the bar where you found a niche. You ordered your drinks while wiggling to the rhymes.

“Guys, let’s toast to an unforgettable trip and our friendships!”, you stated and held up your drink. Glass clinked as loud cheering filled the air around you. The alcohol burned its way down your throat, a satisfying feeling after exhausting weeks without fun.

“Lynn, don’t be a party pooper today and don’t drink too much”, her older sister warned. “Just have fun.”

Lynn nodded sarcastically at her: “Jimin will be here, so my fun is guaranteed.” The girl’s teeth were showing while she looked at Jimin.

The boy instead had his eyes fixated on your short dress that slipped up your thighs while sitting across from him. You had crossed them over each other what brought you double the attention from the attractive guy who licked his lips for the second time this evening while watching your surprising new actions. Where did the sudden change come from?, he wondered.

Of course you did it on purpose. After considering Lona’s words, you would not reject any offer from Jimin. At least this night should be lived to its fullest, consequences could wait until tomorrow. You deserved it and seeing Lynn walking behind Jimin like a puppy, you wanted him even more. At the beginning you wanted your imaginary boyfriend material but right now the cocky, confident Jimin slowly started creeping inside your head. Lona was just the fuse.

Your group of friends drowned a few drinks while moving in the seats before you and Lona stood up, taking each others hands and walking to the dance floor. Behind you, Hoseok, the dancing king, followed you two. Only Jungkook and Jimin sat on their seats even now. Lynn was gone a few minutes ago but you did not care enough to worry.

“Never was a DJ so good”, Lona shouted next to your ear. And she was right, every song was danceable and the mass on the floor moved their bodies without a break.

So did you three. All eyes were focused on the couple who made the dance floor their own. Even you, who have seen it so many times, watched them fascinated.

“I didn’t know they were capable of such dancing”, a voice reached your ear before you turned around to find Jimin close behind you. His body moved to the music and for you, this was more ethereal than everything you had seen in your life. Toned muscles dancing on his body as he rolled his hips. A lascivious expression on his angelic features, lips curled into a lopsided smile, eyes so unfathomable in the changing lights of the club. Maybe it were the drinks you already had but as Jimin closed the distance you turned your back and pressed it into his revealing chest. Right then his hands roamed around your waist and landed at your hips. They brought you even nearer before Jimin leaned in to say something in your ear.

“Today, y/n, I’m going to bite.”

Although you already made up your mind in wanting him, the last bit of shyness made your cheeks burn. At the same time you registered the same tingling feeling in your lower stomach that appeared yesterday by looking at the huge bed and thinking about Jimin’s body.

Just then the boy started to roll his hips into you from the backside, caressing your sides. Your head lay on his big shoulder, his scent filling your nose again while laying your hands on his. For a while you just danced like normal flirting people but it was only a matter of time until you felt Jimin’s hips press into your butt over and over again. Through the fabric of your thin dress you could already feel his erection digging into you. This feeling alone made your knees weak, as you felt how tight your panties became, the wet liquid soaking them slowly. Your movements became heavier, heart racing and as Jimin’s arm moved round your waist to pull you into his erection, a little, quiet moan escaped your mouth.

How was 'dancing’ this sexy with him? If you still could called it that.

“You look so damn hot in your dress, y/n”, Jimin pressed his lips tightly against your ear. “I want to rip this thing of your body and fuck you right here on the dance floor. I don’t really care if they are watching.”

A whimper slipped out your mouth while you closed your eyes, actually considering his tempting words. You bet that Jimin was capable of doing just what he offered you right now.

“You make my head spin”, you admitted while wriggling yourself out of his tight hug to turn around, looking up into his flushed face. Your crush returned your gaze, roaming over your body before landing on your dark red lips. Just then you stepped into him, folding your hands behind his neck, urging your body to touch his. Your abdomen landed on his crotch, circling to feel the needed friction of your heated wetness. Jimin’s eyes followed your actions, lust boiling behind them as he felt his bulge being stroked by your moving hips.

Your view was filled with the beautiful face of his, tracing every detail with your eyes. From the chocolate eyes, over the quite small nose to the high cheekbones. Until they remained on his plump, wet lips that looked so fucking soft under your own. Oh, how you wanted to feel them on yours. Your tongue wetted your own lips, lascivious, slowly, waiting for the boy to do what you wanted.

“Who does make whose head spin”, your crush’s eyes crinkled as he smiled at you before he grabbed your hips and suddenly pressed his lips on yours.

It was like an explosion as he touched you for the first time. He felt so soft, just what you expected. His round, warm lips lay on yours for a moment until you both started to move your mouths on top of the other. In no time you clung on him, forgetting to dance to the music, several elbows hitting you but you did not care. Finally you were able to feel what you had dreamed about since high school.

Jimin kissed you for an eternity, deepening it from time to time before he shoved his tongue inside your mouth. His wet muscle wrapped around your own, sucking delicately at it while holding onto your hips stronger than necessary. Small moans left his mouth as you passionately kissed in the mass of dancing people. You did not notice how much time had passed but as Jimin broke loose from you, you made a sound showing your disappointment.

“I can’t control myself any more. Let’s go home”, the boy said with swollen lips, red from your dark lipstick.

His big hand grabbed yours as you looked for Jungkook to snatch his key. It took his time until you found him in the bathroom with some random girl.

“Dude, give me your key”, Jimin’s voice was laced with frustration as you stood in front of a toilet booth hearing Jungkook’s heavy voice.

“Are you for real, I’m busy. Fuck off”, the boy’s anger was clearly shown.

“Kookie, just throw it over the door”, you said, beginning to find the wet panties uncomfortable.

As your best friend heard your voice next to Jimin, he opened the door, pulling up his jeans.

“The fuck, y/n?”, he said, the girl behind him furiously glancing at you two.

“Sorry, just hurry up, Kookie.”

With that the boy stared unbelievably in your face, fishing the key out of his pocket.

“Thanks, have fun, Kookie”, you snatched the key and nearly ran towards the exit.

You often saw Jungkook in this state, so it was quite normal to see him half naked with a girl. He would be able to continue, so no worries, you thought.

The way home was a mix of kisses, panting and running as you made your way to the white house a few blocks away. You chased each other laughing, touching him whenever you had the chance until you arrived at the porch of the house.

The door was not even closed, yet Jimin tapped your thighs. You jumped into his strong arms as he wrapped your legs around his waist. In a swift turn he headed for the living room, never once leaving your lips. A few times you two staggered before you reached the huge couch, where Jimin sat down, you straddling his lap. Your hands roamed through his black, soft hair and landed on the back of his neck. He instead let his hands wander around your body, from the curve of your breasts to your round ass. His hands began to massage your flesh before you felt a sting as his hand hit you hard. A loud moan was heard from you, what made Jimin smirk up your face.

“You like that?”

A nod was your answer before Jimin raised his hands again to smack your ass even harder. It stung pretty much as to why he caressed the part he just hit. This action continued to the point where your panties were soaked with your juices.

Heavy breathing hit your face as you looked down on Jimin, focusing on the darkening lips of his.

“Take off your clothes, y/n”, his voice was confident while he still soothed the spot of your pain. “I want to see you.”

You stood up from your position, extremely slowly opening the zippier of your black dress, sliding your arms out of the strings before letting the dress fall of your body. Jimin’s breathing stopped as you made a little show for him, focusing on every new spot of skin he could see until you dropped the dress completely, now standing only in a pair of transparent, black lace. His hands began to stroke his bulge trough the jeans while being in trance from the sight I front of him.

“Like what you see?”, you asked softly, watching as he palmed himself.

Instead of an answer he reached forward to grab you by your waist to pull you into your previous position. Your hips bucked into his as you sat on his lap, your core above his prominent erection. As you lowered yourself to circle your hips, you heard a small whimper from the boy, you oh so wanted.

“I can’t wait to feel you around me, so tight and wet. Look what you do to my jeans”, Jimin said seductively, pointing to the wet strand on his jeans.

“Then do it, Jimin. I’m more than ready for you”, you said, breath stuck in your throat as Jimin began to kiss your jaw to you sensitive neck. His plump lips kissed its way around your delicate skin, sucking, biting and soothing it. With every next tease of his, you moaned louder. The boy’s hands stroked your ass before massaging it again while his mouth wandered down to the hem of your bra. His dark eyes made contact with yours, lips dangerously close to your breast. Then he bit down onto your new bra, leaving you trembling above him. A heated shiver ran down your spine while Jimin left his marks on the soft flesh of your mounds, getting closer to your erected nipples before taking one into his warm mouth. His pearly teeth nipped at the extremely sensitive spot of your breast through the fabric of your lacy bra. With time he sucked strong on your now dark nipple before devoting his attention to the other one, his hands massaging riskily close to your wet folds. His name left your mouth several times already even though he had not touched where you needed him the most. Slowly you moved your hips onto his, needed friction missing as he stopped your movements.

The handsome boy’s touch abandoned your body as he straightened his back, kissing your lips before he swirled you onto the couch next to him. Fast, he stripped in front of you, clothes thrown in all directions, until the last piece lay on the floor. You watched in awe at the view that was exposed to you. Jimin had tanned skin and toned muscles that moved as he made his way towards you. His bare chest was trained and his thighs made your mouth water, how they looked solid and soft at the same time. Only one thing clouded all other thoughts you had the moment Jimin hovered over your body. His prominent erection sprung into your sight the instant he revealed it. Pulsating, darker than his normal taint with a thickness you felt even through his jeans.

Your hands touched his arms, his bare chest and his face as his darkening, lustful eyes devoured you. His next action was unpredictable as he pushed you down with a hand on your chest. He then opened your bra - luckily the clasp was on the front side - before grabbing your free breast with both hands. His thumbs roamed across your nipples that were purple from Jimin’s sucking. They wandered down your free torso until they arrived at your wetness. He then began to stroke you in sow motion, what made you squirm underneath him, every now and then hissing at the sensation. Jimin’s mouth formed a desirable grin, leaning forward, biting his way from you breasts to you stomach.

You knew that your body would be covered in red marks tomorrow, that would show everyone what you have done, but you did not care as your crush’s lips trailed to the hem of your transparent panties. A heated kiss was pressed onto the bundle of nerves before he straightened himself again, stopping all body contact. You whined at the loss of his hand that gave you at least a little friction.

“I wanted to treasure this moment, y/n, but I’m at my limit and it seams you are so damn wet for me that my dick will slide in without problem”, Jimin’s voice was lower than ever, teasing you about your body’s reaction.

“Why don’t you do it then? I’m at my limit, Jimin. Just fuck me already, please”, you begged while the boy just stared at you, smiling proudly about the marks he covered your body in.

“Eager, baby girl?”

The new nickname filled you with even more desire. This word lid a fire inside you, so you grasped down to push down your panties. Jimin’s reaction aroused you as he licked his prominent bottom lip, his fingers wrapped around his shaft.

“So, so eager, I see”, he whispered, leaning over the couch to fetch the condom out of his purse.

You hummed in agreement, watching him in heat as he pulled the condom over his dick. Then he grabbed your arms, pulling you onto his lap. You straddled him, taking his dick in your hand before you positioned it before your wet core. The tingling feeling intensified, finally being able to feel his cock into your tight wetness.

Loud moaning filled the room as you lowered your hips onto his pulsating dick. He filled you completely, waiting for you to finally move. The pleasurable stretch made you grab onto the boys wide shoulders, before you started to roll your hips against him. Although he had barely touched you, you felt yourself tightening with every hip roll of yours.

“You are so fucking tight, baby girl, I won’t last long”, Jimin’s said, breath stuck in his throat from the way you circled around his dick.

His words gave you an ego boost why you grabbed his hair and pressed your lips hard onto his. Passionately you kissed his delicious lips, earning low moans from the pretty boy beneath you. His solid grip on your hips became even stronger as he moved you up and down his lengths.

The heat in the pit of your stomach was vigorous and you could feel how your pussy contradicted around his dick, what made it hard for you to move.

“Jimin”, you cried his name while he moved you furiously, breasts bouncing in front of the face you found so angelic, but at this moment the delicate features were exchanged with the ones of a fallen angel. His eyes so deep and fathomless, watching you bounce on his dick, moaning his name over and over again. He could feel how close he got with every roll of your hips against his own, your juices flowing down onto his balls.

Jimin’s fingers got down between your legs, rubbing your clit, fastening the process of reaching your high. Your voice echoed trough the room while closing your eyes, feeling as your orgasm approached you.

“Make yourself come, baby girl”, Jimin encouraged you, mercilessly stroking over your bundle of nerves. “Use my dick for your high.”

With that you slowed down, warmth flooding your core as you rode yourself through your climax. The prickling feeling overwhelming you while Jimin stroked you over the edge. It was an unbelievably intense orgasm, sweat forming on your skin as you stopped rolling your hips into Jimins. Your head fell onto the boy’s warm shoulder.

“You aren’t done yet”, his voice woke you.

With that he held your hips in the air, before he started thrusting into you from underneath. You cried out at the overstimulation you got from the friction his dick caused again. Therefore you moaned his name again, close to his ear to aggravate his lust. It worked because the tanned boy moved even faster, grunts falling from his swollen lips whereas drops of sweat formed onto his chest as well as his forehead.

“Ahh~ Baby girl”, Jimin moaned your new pet name a few times before he pulled himself out of you, getting rid of the used condom before he pushed you down onto the floor in front of him. He stroked his dick with his hand in agitation, the sight of you kneeling so close to his dick let his semen spurt onto your chest. Thick streaks of the white fluids flowing down your torso onto your stomach. Light whimpers left Jimin’s lips while he pumped his pulsating dick until it became soft in his hands, watching your fucked out state, your eyes fixated on his semi hard cock.

“You are amazing, y/n”, Jimin said, grinning at you while showing his crooked front tooth, eyes crinkled. His chest heaved as his head fell back onto the rest of the couch.

Your legs were shaking as you stood up, falling next to the boy you just had sex with.

“Guess you were okay, too”, you teased, brushing your hair out of your sweaty face. “We should repeat it some time, Jimin.”

Adrenalin made you say it, but as the boy took his time answering, panic crawled inside your head. Did you cross the line? Your view lay on Jimin, who returned your gaze, an unknown expression plastered on his features.

Without saying anything he straightened, standing up before he leaned down lifting you up into his strong arms. He held you bridal style while walking out of the living room into the dark corridor.

“I never said that we are done for the night, did I?”, his low voice proclaimed amused.

You just giggled, kissing his plump lips as you made your way upstairs.

Mixed feelings blended into you as the night continued to become more promising than before.

Dear fellow white Christian writers,

Some of you have followed the discussion on #ownvoices: the focus on having writers who are part of marginalized groups telling the stories of characters from those groups. That the story will be inherently truer if the author has lived that experience. And that supporting marginalized authors is vital.

Some have pushed back against this idea.

“It doesn’t matter who writes a story.”
“Telling me what I can and can’t write is censorship.”
“We’re all part of the human experience.”

I want to offer some context for perhaps thinking about #ownvoices in a new way. Analogies are never perfect and can easily backfire, but hopefully this will be a beneficial exercise.

Despite the fact that 70% of the US identifies as Christian, no where near that percentage of book, TV, or movie characters are explicitly Christian. Of the ones that do call out their Christianity, they often fall into one of three categories:

1. Hypocrites who judge everyone and yet secretly are the worst sinners
2. Brainwashed chumps
3. Hateful bigots

This can make us feel a little sick to our stomachs. We think, is this how non-Christians see us? But this isn’t me. This isn’t my family and friends. We’re way more complicated than these offensive stereotypes.

Since this has been our experience for years, how much confidence do we have in, say, a life-long atheist writing a book from the POV of a Christian character? Maybe they will get it right. Maybe the fact that they personally are and always have been atheist doesn’t affect their ability to explore a Christian character in an open-hearted, respectful way. Odds are they know a lot of Christians personally, and maybe they have studied Christianity and have a favorable view of it even if they don’t believe.

But do we feel confident that they could tell that story right? Have felt what we have felt as a Christian?

Take it further: imagine Christians aren’t the majority in this country. Imagine we grew up as one of the only Christians in school. That there’s never been a Christian president or governor or even mayor of your hometown. That Christian holidays fall on school days and work days with no time off. Imagine your kid is the only Christian most of their friends have ever met. Now imagine that the only books with Christian characters your child’s schoolmates have ever read are ones written by atheists. And some get it right, and some really don’t. Get facts wrong. Basics wrong. Tone wrong. Not only don’t get at all the intricacies of personal faith but fall into hurtful stereotypes, perhaps without even meaning to. That when the schoolmates look at your child, they see the stereotype they read in books.

Imagine that there are Christian writers, but they can’t sell their books. Non-Christian writers are seen as being more marketable, more universal, so more and more atheists write stories about what it means to be Christian, and Christian writers are overlooked.

Further. Imagine that this country has a long and troubled history of hatred toward Christians, of stripping us of our humanity. Of enslaving Christians. Of legal execution based solely on religion. Of putting Christians into institutions or trying to electrocute the religion out of us. Imagine that even today, millions of people in our country and prominent, powerful leaders actively campaign to keep us and other Christians from having the same civil rights as non-Christians. Imagine that important people on television and in government regularly claim that Christians are inherently more violent than non-Christians, that they believe dangerous things and are all potential murderers, terrorists, rapists. Imagine that nearly every day someone murders a Christian in this country not because of what they did but because of what they believe. Imagine that every morning when you send your child to school, you fear for their life.

Would that affect how we feel about trusting non-Christian authors to write books about us? Understand our complexities? Would we in those circumstances be more likely to champion #ownvoices?

But while I hope our personal experiences can help us empathize with marginalized people, we can never truly understand. In the US, Christianity is the vast majority belief system. Christmas is a national holiday. We pledge allegiance to “one nation under God.” In this country, we are the Default. White, Christian (bonus if also cishet able-bodied…), we are the default character in every movie, every book. Even if the story doesn’t specify “active Christian,” because we are the default it is assumed unless the narrative reveals actually Jewish! or atheist! or Buddhist, etc. We don’t have the experience of constantly being the Other. While I have (and odds are, so have you) experienced bigotry based on my religion many times, it’s simply not the same as the systemic racism and bigotry that people from marginalized groups face every day. Of living in a country where you are Other.

Please know that I’m not telling you what to write. No one can. There’s no divinely appointed committee somewhere that can grant or take away permission to write anything.

I personally have created characters from marginalized groups to which I don’t belong because this world is diverse, and even in fiction (especially?) I want to tell the truth. (While I have had diverse characters in my stories, I haven’t actually tried to write a diverse character’s story, if that distinction makes sense.) Writing the Other is more time consuming and harder in every way, but I’ve tried because I felt it was important to the story and just in general. I’ve made mistakes, and getting called out on those mistakes is a gift that helps me get better. What I’ve learned: approach this with love, respect, and empathy. And listen, listen, listen. Read books by #ownvoices authors. And ask myself, am I the right person to tell this character’s story? And am I doing enough to support marginalized writers and lift up their voices?

As Christians, we believe in the first great commandment: love one another, even as Jesus has loved us. Defensiveness is not one of the fruits of the Spirit. We instead try to be teachable, humble, non-judgmental. I’m so imperfect, but that’s where I try to start.