#that movie is still fucking me up (derogatory) almost four years later

[sofia-not-sophie]

Help I’m thinking too hard about the unexplored world building implications of the seven kisses lead to pregnancy in a world where there seems to be/have been a patriarchy and also somehow it works interspecially despite humans and akiridions having entirely different modes of existence/bodily function

[mochixjimin]

Fade to Black (M)

Kim Namjoon |BTS| smut

Word Count: 6.8K

Warnings: exhibitionism, bodily fluid play, major dom/sub themes, fellatio, fingering, language, derogatory names, degredation, choking, just a lot of stuff, practice safe sex kiddos. -pls 18+ only-

The music on the radio seeped through your ears as you bounced giddily in the car seat, "Joonie, where are we going?"

He went to lightly pat your thigh before placing his hand back on the wheel, "Now baby, if I told where we're going, it wouldn’t be a surprise now, would it? I gave you plenty of hints leading up to this."

"No you did not! What kind of hint is "You can eat here?" Namjoon please tell me," you continued to whine, "C'mon, I'll make it worth your while." You wiggled your eyes under the cloth and blindly went to reach where you thought his hand was when he chuckled and tangled yours in his, "Look, that’s a great hint! All you have to do is sit back and let me guide you to the destination. I think that blindfold looks good on you."

"Joonie, I love you with all my heart, but it itches, and you are as navigationally correct as a broken compass. Can I just take it off and keep my eyes closed? I pinky promise I won't peek!"

"Nuh uh, that is a satin blindfold! It felt nice when I-"

You turned your cloth covered head in what you believed to be his direction, "When you what? Did you use this on yourself you freak! How amazing, so domjoon is real. Nice, the internet knows right."

He laughed and joked, "Of course, I have to make sure it was comfy for my girl… but you said you didn’t read that stuff!"

"I don’t… I mean at least not when you all aren't out on tour… Don’t judge me! A girl gets lonely without her boyfriend and you just have to make do with what you have available!" You defended as the car began to slow down and make a series of turns and stops.

"Well, I guess we will discuss that later… We're here!" He responded, unbuckling his seatbelt to get out and open your door.

Once Namjoon got you out the car and carefully walked you to the "surprise location," you beamed as if you would bounce into a new time zone, "Are we here!? Please tell me we're here, I hope we're here!"

"Yes babe, just a few more steps." He affirmed, placing his hands on your shoulders to guide you before stopping to give a drawn out countdown when you hastily added, "Four, three, two, one!"

You undid the blindfold and Namjoon threw a "Ta-da!" but the smile on your face fell short, "You dragged me across town to watch a movie? Joonie, are you serious?"

"You don’t like it?" He said, voice lowering in disappointment, "I thought it would be cute if we had a movie date, but at home is boring, this way you can run around and do that weird thing where you get up and pace because the main character did something dumb."

"Um, because if the killer is right there, why not just run? Literally, I would not be friends with such dumb people, it's always the smart people that die first! But no, I love it! I just thought it would be something crazy like a blimp ride or petting a lion?" You started to say loudly, but hushed down to a whisper as you remembered where you were.

He laughed loudly when you shushed him, "We are in a movie theater! What if someone was trying to watch the previews!?"

"Oh ____, I rented out the entire theater for us, and I had to make a deal with Jackson so he could spin it to his manager, but we'll have to watch three now playing movies, so I made sure they were all of the ones you wanted to watch. Also, you're afraid of heights, why would I ever put a dangerous creature near you, and surprise! I bought you a huge blanket so we can cuddle up as well."

You smiled widely and turned to give him a kiss and tight hug, "Oh Namjoon, you're too sweet! I love you so much, what are we watching?"

"I love you too. Well, I thought we'd start with a thriller to get your blood racing then finish the night out with a sappy romance movie; but not Titanic, I know how much you despise that movie."

You grumbled and muttered, "She didn't have to throw the diamond back in the ocean…" But you swooned and went to hug him once more before he led you to the recliner chairs towards the back. He grabbed the blanket and placed over the two of you then slid over your favorite candy when you were all settled in and comfortable, he motioned a gesture and the first movie began to play onscreen.

About an hour into the movie fest, you felt Namjoon's hand lay idle on your thigh. Usually, this wouldn’t bother you, but when it began to trail slowly up to the edge of your skirt, you found it harder and harder to watch the picture onscreen. "Um, Joonie? What are you doing?"

Without turning his head and stopping to massage your thigh he added,  "Just trying to give my girl the ultimate surprise, did you really think this would just be it?"

"N-Namjoon, what is that supposed to mean?" You asked as his fingers rubbed at the black material of your skirt to answer you, "I am fairly certain that a month ago, you told me in a drunken stupor that you always wanted to have sex in a movie theater, no?"

You balked and turned comically in his direction, "Ohhh… fuck. I didn’t mean any of that! You can't take what I say to heart, especially drunk! I'm also pretty sure that night Taehyung said he wanted to kiss Yoongi, does that make them secret lovers!?"

He didn’t budge and began to slowly dip his hand under your skirt, "Well it isn't a secret anymore, babe. But, maybe so, they have been spending quite a bit of time together, don’t you agree?"

"O-okay… well that’s not the point! They aren't together and we aren't fucking in this movie theater! What if someone comes in here?!" You lowered your voice as you continued to grow in unease as his hand went fully under the black material, "Babe, there's no need to whisper. We are here alone, no one will come in unless I call my buddy in the projection room. C'mon, I know you're ovulating, don't you think a reward is in order for being so good and restrained?"

You sat back, bit the corner of your lip, and tugged on it teetering between the fact that you could possibly get caught or not caring who might walk in and just letting him touch you. "Motherfucker, he did this on purpose." you thought. No wonder he would tiptoe around you, teasing you at every opportunity he could: letting a touch linger too long, a kiss heating up cut randomly, and hearing him touch himself when you were ten steps from him should have been a big hint.

He could sense you putting two and two together to whisper in your ear, "So princess, what do you say, want sir to make you feel good?"

You felt a tingle shoot up your spine at the name he only used in the bedroom before you nodded and grumbled, "We better not get fucking caught or I will end you. I think that Jin would make a good leader, don’t you?"

He kept his steely gaze over you before responding, "Princess. You want to be good or will I have to make you scream in this theater?"

"N-no, I'm sorry…" You whispered, but you felt a sharp tug at your hair making you wince, "Yes, what?"

"Yes, sir, I'll be good…" At that Namjoon loosened his grip, kissed your neck, and let out a low laugh, "Good girl, just relax."

He smiled inward, put his hand between your legs, and spread them as he inched closer to your center. His mouth went back to your ear, "How wet are you, babe? I know you missed my cock these last few weeks, I bet you're dripping."

"Uh, just a little… this movie is really cool though, I've never seen it before." All you could do was clear your throat and tried to avoid truly answering with your eyes only looking forward, " I like the flowers… the art direction is different."

"Princess, that's an advertisement for floral arrangements." He chuckled and placed his thumb directly on your clit over your soaked panties as you shut your eyes closed and curtly responded, "Mhm- it is?"

Namjoon smugly laughed again before saying, "Yeah, but it must be hard to watch the rest since your eyes are screwed shut. I only have my thumb on you, how will it feel when I slide your panties off and slide my cock into you?"

You whined, "Namjoon, please."

He dug his thumb painfully into your core, "Please who? That's not it kitten."

"Sir, please. I need you," you urged louder, almost begging him. "Please make your kitten feel good, I need your fingers."

"Only that? You don’t want this?" He aired, taking your hand and placing it over his crotch, "Can you feel how good thinking about being in that sweet cunt of yours makes me? You can't understand how hard it is to not just fuck you right now?"

"Then why don’t you?" you spat and ground your core into his hand, but he pulled away at your rushing him to angrily huff, "Namjoon! God, please fuck me, why are you teasing me?"

Just as he was about to answer, you two heard a random voice, "Well Hajoon, I swear this is the right theater? Look, there's a couple right there, let's ask them."

Your eyes bulged, and you scrambled to remove the hand he took to place on his crotch, trying to pry his strong hand from between your thighs, "Namjoon, please! They're coming over here!!"

Namjoon, not phased at all, scrunched the blanket in a manner to cover the laps of you two as the older couple approached and slipped his hand beneath the cotton material of your ruined panties, "…Yes, mam?"

"Oh my, I am sorry to interrupt your date young lady, but is this theater six?" The older woman asked, she looked no more than sixty years old and her husband the same, your breath hitched hoping that Namjoon wouldn't make a game out of this, "U-um, yes mam!" You hastily said, disregarding Namjoon for a second, until he pinched your clit, making you squeak but brought the attention his way so the older woman wouldn't question you more, "Why, it is quite alright. My girlfriend here is just worked up because she's been wanting to see this movie for a while. It's lovely to see that you two still go on dates and to action movies too? That's pretty cool."

The older woman began to soften at him, and the older man added, "You are so right young man! You remind me of myself in my youth, our first date was a film and ice cream, so we decided to come out and live like the kids do."

Namjoon chuckled and flashed them a dimpled smile on the surface while he slid his fingers up and down your center, "Nothing like making memories! New or old, we can look back on these days and reminisce about our sweethearts to revel in the ways they touched us."

You glared at him, reading between the lines of his words, but shifted uncomfortably and flashed the best forced 'I'm totally not about to get fucked in a theater' smile you could. You were about to verbally agree with him when Namjoon placed his thumb back over your clit and slid into you as he harshly massaged circles into your heat causing you to weirdly add, "Y-yeah, nothing like love! I hope you enjoy the movie!"

The older woman thanked Namjoon as she guided her husband back down the stairs and closer to the front. When he thought they were out of earshot the older man spoke, "Hyesun, that girl was being weird, at least she's pretty." You heard his backhanded compliment and scowled, "If she put a hand on your dick around people you'd act weird too, bitch."

"Ah, ah kitten. Don't disrespect your elders and you know I feel when you curse at me like a child." He scolded, but still rubbing you, "Now, back to what we were doing. What did you want?"

"N-Sir, I'm sorry. There are people here…" You tried to defend, slightly waning in your strength. Usually Namjoon wasn't this cruel when playing outside of the bedroom, the most he'd done in your three year relationship is buy one of those remote controlled vibrators, it was something you enjoyed, and to have your more reserved qualities breaking with him was something you loved about him. But to drag it to a theater, especially with these people in here, was on a higher level that made you secretly want to let them know how Namjoon could make you cum regardless of the situation.

"And? Are you afraid that those lovely older people will know how much of whiny, little slut you are?" Namjoon casually aired and sped up his touch making you gasp, "Fuck, are you close?"

You gritted your teeth and kept nodding no, but he asked again and again, "Princess, are you lying? You know you'd have to ask if you wanted to cum right?" He slowed down, his new pace making you bubble with annoyance and the disobedience hurled words his way before you could catch yourself, "No, I said I wasn't fucking lying. Can you let me cum now?"

He just made a 'tsk' sound and abruptly removed his fingers, before you knew it the hand that was on you was in your mouth, "Look at you," Namjoon scolded, but kept his grip on your tongue flat, "such a greedy bitch. I thought the time I spent not touching you would make you appreciate this, but you're acting just like a stupid brat. Suck."

You muffled a 'mmhm' before licking and sucking your essence off his fingers, the act itself making you gush. When he removed his fingers, he rubbed them over lips and gripped your chin to look in his eyes, "My needy bitch, look at you. I wonder what that couple would think if they saw how much of a whore you are, demanding to orgasm in a theater," he laughed and quickly flicked his eyes down to the one other couple to note that they were too distracted with the loud explosions on the screen to even be bothered, "if you want to cum, you'll really have to earn it now."

"Yes sir… I'm sorry sir." You could feel tears beading up at your eyes, you weren't a crier, but when Namjoon acted this way it frustrated you. He and anybody else for that matter let you have whatever you wanted, that's why he gave you the name Princess, but when he decided to that the princess shouldn't have her way all the time, he made you beg and it annoyed you, but his telling you no changed something inside you. It was followed by a long "session" of teaching you obedience, but you still had your slip-ups, and the current situation was one of them.

"Does the princess remember what do when she acts like a selfish bitch?" He coldly stated, you crumpled inward and slowly nodded as you removed the blanket from you and your shaky legs got up from the chair to stand in front of Namjoon. "Well, what are you waiting for? Turn around."

You let out an unsteady breath and slid the skirt up around your waist to pull down the soaked material covering your center, you hissed when the cool air of the theater hit you. The sound must have been louder than you thought, because the older woman sat forward and you quickly ducked down to pick your panties up from around your ankles. Namjoon smiled and waved at her, you assumed that she smiled back and as you went to get back up a strong hand pushed your shoulder causing your knees to painfully hit the ground, "Ah, what the Namjoon, fu-" you attempted to air, but Namjoon swiped the panties from your hands and shoved them into your mouth, "I can't spank you, I'll let you have a free pass this time, but my cock needs some relief, don’t you think so?"

"Mmhm yeth sir" you garbled as the panties obstructed your speaking. "Mm, good girl, I'll have to adjust your punishment, for now, take your top off now." He said making you smile at the first nice name, but you rushed to strip the striped crop top off your body to reveal the lacy bra you had on, "Ah, so you planned to be a bitch tonight I see."

You frowned and went to say no, but the balled up material failed you, "It's fine sweet girl, I know you'll take whatever I'll give you, is that correct?" Namjoon told you as he went to pluck the fabric from your lips, put it somewhere else, then dig around in his pocket to reveal the lacy, black collar that had an engraved 'Kitten' on the metal tag and the satin cloth he used earlier as your blindfold, "Don't think I could forget your collar pet. Now turn around for Sir."

Namjoon watched as you quietly shuffled in the other direction, knees painfully digging at the cold concrete below you. You normally wore a daytime collar with a cursive 'Princess' etched in pretty rose gold letters, and it was subtle enough to appear to be a regular necklace from a loving boyfriend, but this collar held in his hands was more intricate, had the word 'Sir's Pet' on the tag, and allowed for him to be more rough with you when need be.

Once the collars were switched around, he pulled you backwards, bending you towards his knees, "We will try this one more time. Will you swallow my cock down if it's presented to that whore mouth of yours?" You nodded and added, "Yes sir, I promise." He allowed you to twist back around as you placed your hands in your lap and you waited with your mouth open for his dick, "Fuck. Seeing you be so good is too much pet, does your mouth feel dry?"

You were about to answer when you opted to nod 'yes' instead, in actuality, your spit was pooling and dribbling out of your mouth, but not being able to rewet your tongue felt uncomfortable. Namjoon took the hand not holding the silk material to grip your chin once more and dipped his mouth down as if he would kiss you, your eyes fluttered closed due to him being so close to you in hopes that he would place a kiss on you, but he just laughed. You opened your eyes and tilted your head sideways to look at him quizzically when he responded, "Did you really think I would kiss those filthy, cock sucking lips of yours?"

If his hand weren't so tightly connected to your chin, you would have frowned in sadness, but before you knew how to react, he spits into your open mouth, then took his thumb to rub it in mixing his saliva with yours. He then harshly let go of you to reach down between your legs to swipe at the ground under your heat, "Your cunt is such a mess, when they have to clean after we leave Jackson will wonder what this is, I should make you lick it up and directly apologize to him for being so dirty."

Your eyes bared at him, silently begging for him not to be so cruel. "Well, alright pet. Do you want Sir's cock now?"

You sat up on your haunches excitedly, almost bouncing as he placed his hand at the zipper of his pants, "You ready?" He smugly said knowing the answer while undoing the zipper and gripping his length, "Aish, my dick is gonna feel so good sliding in that whore mouth. If those damn old people weren't here, I could make you scream, but you'll just have to work on keeping quiet pet."

With your mouth still open, you nodded and found odd gratefulness to the rude, older couple for being there. When Namjoon finally pulled out his length, you clamped your lips together to let out a very audible whimper, and Namjoon looked down to see if it was loud enough to alert the only other people in the theater, but they continued to watch as a car exploded on the screen, "So much for quiet pet. Have you missed my cock that much?"

You eagerly nodded and he went to place a hand on your head petting and slowly urging you closer to him, "Open wide." He took his length and rubbed it over your lips and tongue then hissed lowly as he slid into your mouth, "Mmhm, fuck." He unconsciously gripped your hair harder, bucked up in your mouth, and hit the back your throat roughly causing you to choke and tear up. You were a little out of touch since he hadn't kept up with your needs and training over the last few weeks, but he loved the watery, wide-eyed look you flashed him before swallowing his length like a good girl. He had no choice but to opt for keeping his pleasure to low grunts and smirks in ecstasy from your ministrations, but it didn't stop the fire in your center and him allowing you to drip, "My beautiful princess. You're good at taking cock well, did you know that? Sir loves when you can behave, fuck. When I get you home, your reward will be so fun to give you."

He bucked forward unexpectedly and caught you off guard due to being lost in his praise, so you accidentally pressed against him trying to pull away for a moment to catch your breath, but he yanked your head back causing you to whimper. Namjoon then had one hand tangled in your curls and the other tightly wrapped around your neck to harshly grit in your ear, "Did I say you could touch me pet?"

"I-I'm sorry-" You attempted to apologize before he rudely cut you off, "No Sir, I didn't ask." He looked to you to repeat his words the best you could under his grip, he released his hold on your throat to go back to the satin material in his pocket, "I was trying to be nice, but you're testing my patience Pet." He took your hands and shoved them behind your back, twisting them in an uncomfortable position before tying an intricate knot binding them together, "It seems as though the time you've spent without my cock has made you grow to be an incorrigible slut. Maybe that couple will understand if I fuck you open right here and now."

"Please Sir no, I'm sorry! I really am!!" You quietly sobbed, tears now falling down your face but he just laughed, "Crying isn't gonna make me lessen your punishment pet." He hooked his hand under your arm to yank you up and spin you towards the screen, "You can have cock pet, is that not what you wanted?"

"S-sir, that couple will see…" You sniffled but he harshly pulled you back onto his lap making you gasp loudly when you felt his hard and wet length on your ass. The older woman laughed at the front and you blanched, you wondered if she saw and caught on to what you and Namjoon were doing. You scrambled, but forgot that your arms were bound behind you with the blindfold and she spoke up since it was only you two and them there, "I know! I thought she was dead too!!"

Namjoon laughed, and your nerves were shot to hell: your makeup was smudged and runny, your hair looked as if you slept in for three months, and your clothes were a crinkled mess; the way you left this afternoon is drastically different from how Namjoon has you looking currently. "You can't keep quiet, and it seems like you enjoy fucking up right after I give you such praise for being good. As if you are still trying to be that bratty girl I met two years ago. Such a shame."

You could do nothing more but sob more and throat too strained to let out anything but intelligible phrases, "B-but, I sai-said I was sorry."

"And how many times should I forgive you for being the brattiest bitch I've ever met in my life? I let you slide too many times pet but don't worry, I'm sure that you can make cum still." He coldly stated and pulled your mouth open again to take your ruined panties from earlier to shove them back into your mouth, "Fuck. Seeing you like this is my favorite, but I need you to keep an eye out for the lovely couple down there pet."

He felt you try to turn your head in his hand, but he chuckled again, "No pet. You can ride my cock and make sure they aren't looking, that old man might have been rude, but he might have fun staring at your breasts again." You kept trying to break from his grip to beg him to just wait for your punishment, but he was stronger than you and used his free hand to slide his length into as the hand on your chin tightly covered your mouth to further mask the violent moan/sob falling from your lips.

Once he felt that you adjusted to him inside you, he removed the hand from your mouth to pull your bra down and fully expose you, "Fuck. You like being stripped and fucked in front of people pet?" You nodded your head side to side vehemently but he placed his hand around your neck to pull you into the crook of his neck, "Why are you still lying? Your cunt is getting wetter, do you like being fucked wide open or not?"

You couldn't speak, so you looked over to him and sheepishly nodded up and down. He smiled from what you observe and added, "See, that's my girl, do you see how good it is to be honest with Sir? Things can always go well if you can just obey me. Do you want to move on my cock?"

You nodded and made an animal like sound signaling that you were ready to behave for Namjoon, "Hm, good girl."

He released the grip on your neck to allow you to find an angle so that you could situate your feet and bounce on him properly, once you slid up and back down on him, your bodily noises were carelessly leaving your lips. Namjoon hissed and gripped your hip tight, "Fuck baby, keep doing that, and I'll fill you up soon."

Once you heard that, a fire lit inside you and you tried your best to ride him as well as hit your g-spot so that you both could fall over the edge, your breast bounced as Namjoon roughly massaged the other in his free hand, "God, you are the best pet. Your pussy is molded to fit my cock perfectly, Sir is fuck you so well for the next few days, just you wait."

You loudly moaned, not caring about the movie or the older couple at the bottom the of the theater, they could go to hell for all you cared. Your muffled sobs came back in a brutal onslaught as Namjoon slowed you down and stopped, "I know you're close. Do you want to cum?"

You leaned back into him & yelled through the fabric in your mouth, "Yeth, pleabe!!" Namjoon probably smirked and pet your hair before revealing, "Okay, only if you can make some noise" and with that he pulled your panties from your mouth and slammed you back down on him. "Ah, sir please no!" You whispered, but he acted as if he couldn’t hear you and slowly lifted your hips, letting his dick slip from you, "I can play all night pet, but you have an option: do this and cum or disobey me and I won't touch you for two months."

Tears pooled at your eyes and if your arms weren't bound so tightly, you would have screamed and slapped at his chest, "That's not fair sir! I've done everything I'm supposed to, I want to cum!" Without missing a beat at your tantrum, Namjoon simply stated, "Then show that man down there that this is how you enjoy a movie."

He quickly slipped backed into you before your brain could register what was happening, "Uh, fuck. Sir, please." You kept whimpering and begging, but he wouldn't budge, "Nope. I can cum right now, but I want you to cum as well." He lifted you up and pulled you down forcefully, making you choke up, "Sir…"

Namjoon did for what seemed like forever, your eyes were screwed shut and your face was a mess of tears, makeup, pre-cum, and his spit, "C'mon pet, this must be killing you, almost getting there and being a bitch is taking that delicious orgasm from you. I'm dangling the carrot, just bite it baby."

Your legs were burning, and your body acted as if it only kept up this long due to how close Namjoon brought you to the edge before plucking you away from the cliff, "Okay Sir." Namjoon's posture stiffened, making you fall backward as your pleasure surged through you strongly, "Please let me cum Sir, fuck those old people, I bet they've done crazy stuff too."

Namjoon smiled and sat you up before fucking into you roughly making your mouth stream curses and coax breathy whimpers from you, "Princess?"

"Yes, Sir?" You happily responded at the cute name, “May I cum now?"

He drummed your thigh and whispered into your ear, "Open your eyes and then when I say to cum, cum." You peeled your eyes open, the stark contrast of the bright screen from your squeezing them shut trying to hold in your orgasm, your eyes looked all over the place until your eyes looked, "N-nam-Sir! That man is… he's staring at us!"

Namjoon laughed and placed his hand between your legs to massage your clit, "I know. He's been watching you for a while, now cum." Like clockwork, your mouth let out a strangled gasp, and continued to cry as your orgasm ripped through you. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, you're so tight. I'm gonna cum pet, do you want Sir to fill you up with cum?"

"Yes sir, please!!" He obliged and stilled underneath you to pump you full of cum, "Fuck, I hope it doesn't drip out your cunt. I really haven't fucked you in a while." You two were too blissed out to notice that the older male at the base of the theater had his mouth hung open and a hand over what you assumed was his crotch to alleviate the arousal you two brought him.

As the last scene played and credits began to roll, you attempted to stand, but you wobbled and sat back down. Once he undid the makeshift ties on your wrists, you tied it in a way that it made your hair look less mussed, Namjoon laughed, then went to grab a few wet wipes from your purse to make it look like the movie made you cry and not like you just got fucked at a theater in front of a stranger, "Namjoon I look too fucked up. No one will believe the movie did this to me."

He ignored you and touched up a few more spots on your face before collecting your soiled panties and wrinkled top so you could at least walk out with only one less item of clothing on, "Nah, you look good. I bet that old man is going to have a great night now." You blushed and went to smack his bicep, "Shut up!! I'm never talking about this again, where was his wife!? She like disappeared for ten minutes… Oh God, we can never come here again! They're gonna think we're sex freaks!"

"I mean, that is accurate for people that fuck in a movie theater don't you think." Namjoon had such a vastly different duality, you wondered why you were as cool as he was, "…Well, yeah. But let's just go! I don't want to see his face, I'm just gonna duck out."

When you two walked out of the theater, you saw the woman minus her better half (gladly), "Oh, you two! Hi, how did you like the movie, dear did it make you cry?"

You choked up and Namjoon spoke up for you, "Aha, yes. My girl is a crier, I'm just glad she wasn't too loud for you." The older woman just smiled and carried on with the conversation like she really heard nothing and Namjoon's veiled statement made you blush, "Oh, darling! There is no need to be shy, I thought I heard a few sobs, but then these moans came out of nowhere… I swear that movie was not supposed to have a sex scene! These movies nowadays are so filthy."

You moved entirely behind Namjoon to hide your face and meekly spoke from behind him, "I-I know, we thought it was PG-13, but who knows…" Your boyfriend finding the humor in all, placed you back in front of him to put both arms around you as the two of you faced this woman, "Well, um, Ms. Hyesun was it?"

"Oh, yes son, Song Hyesun! I guess we should introduce each other, you two are Namjoon and ____ right?" She perked up and you both nodded. "So Ms. Song where did your lovely husband go? We noticed that you weren't in there for the last ten or so minutes?" Namjoon slyly asked, obviously not drawing attention to himself as he was just a nice, young man asking a simple question, but your insides were doing backflips.

"Hmm, well when I heard the first moan, I walked right out and tried to find an usher, but I believe that young man thought I was senile and told me that entire room was rented out. Can you believe the audacity of him to tell me that there were no sex scenes in that movie and I must have went to the wrong room? I know what I heard in theater six, some of these youths…" She explained and inwardly you sighed and thought, "Thank you Jackson for being the world's worst cinema attendant."

Namjoon continued to indulge her, coyly enjoying that she tried to make a fuss of you two with no support, "So I'm guessing your husband is giving that attendant a stern chat?" Hyesun laughed and rubbed his arm for an uncomfortably long time, just long enough to make you think these people were the real sex freaks and try to find adults in their mid-20's to have sex or something. "Ahem, yes mam. My boyfriend and I were wondering that as well. I hope he isn't too harsh on the poor boy." You voiced, emphasizing that you and Namjoon were together, making the cougar retract her claws from your oblivious boyfriend.

"Well, yes." She curtly added, moving to put her arms crossed over her chest as if annoyed with you before continuing, "He told me to leave and find the attendant, but then he stepped out and called me to get him this special popcorn, so I must have missed the ending. It's okay, he'll fill me in I'm sure." You turned to look at Namjoon and he just smirked, "Oh, Ms. Song, there he is now!"

The older man walked over looking directly at the floor and his wife in no way casual, "Oh no, sweetie! What happened to your pants? Don't tell me that the attendant got nasty with you."

He cleared his throat and mumbled something, but you were curious as to what she meant, and your wandering eye caught up with what Hyesun was talking about. He had a faint, but very noticeable spot on his pants, right where his di-, "Oh so, your wife tells us you enjoyed the movie. But If I had known there would have been a sex scene, I would have suggested you visit another film." Namjoon smugly added and Ms. Song crooned, but her husband just muttered again, leaving Namjoon to cockily keep pushing, "You know, I'm sorry for the crude talk Ms. Song, but the scene was just beautiful. The cinematography of the young woman fighting submission so passionately really spoke to her character. Although, in the end her needs were in the hands of this man that enjoys control, and the way she played into the roles so well definitely deserves some credit. Her rewards for that performance must be something great, I can believe that."

You were blushing again and your lips were fastened between your teeth trying not to beam in a way that would give away the truth behind that statement that you did a good job and he was proud of you, "Yes. The scene was probably difficult for the actress, but she held her own. It was a little fuss when that guy was secretly watching them though, what a shame…" It was your turn to have fun, the older man's face reddened more and his wife listened, fascinated in what you had to say, "Oh my! Someone was watching them in such an intimate embrace? How did that go over for you two? I know my husband was on the phone with me, so he must not have seen it, but we're older, how would you two feel if that was really you?"

"Oh, it would be so creepy and gross, who wants an old pervert watching them?" You aired, making the man look back to the ground but Namjoon, always the contrarian, prodded further, "Yeah, it would be a bit unnerving to see someone quietly getting off on lovemaking, but they were in public baby, how did they not expect for someone to watch? I bet they got their rocks off seeing her break down her strong role to that of a submissive pet. I guess it shows that strong, female leads still want to have fun and play the game. She was bored being the leader all the time and having someone watching her display this hidden side of her aroused her more and you could really tell; it's like she wasn't acting and needed that in her life."

The woman was just delighted at his words and finally spoke, "Wow, what a great concept when you two reason it like that. I guess I was wrong about the movie and I should go apologize to the attendant, maybe even give him a tip. I am turning into a bitter, old lady after all." Her husband quickly reassured her, "No! I mean, my love, it's alright. They described it well enough, we won't have to see it again! It was nice meeting you two, have a lovely rest of your night."

You fanned the flames one last time as they were walking away, "Bye sir! I hope you and your wife have an interesting evening as well!" Namjoon held you tighter, laughed loudly, and then kissed you on your forehead, "You are perfect. I love you, Princess."

"Yeah, yeah, I love you too. Now let's go before we're on the local news. My legs feel sticky…"

A/N: don’t ask for a part two or updates, lemme know what you think!

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A War Fought at Home : Chapter 6

Corporal Natsu Dragneel has been through Hell, and unfortunately for him, the ride isn’t quite over. How will a new Rehab program at the local VA help? And will a certain blonde help make matters better?

Modern Military AU. Warnings for mentions of depression and adult language/situations. Other warnings to come as the story progresses. Cross post on AO3 and FF.net.

Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 

“--THE FUCK?! So you just offered up our house?!”

In all honesty, Gray had every right to be upset. It wasn't like Natsu had given away the last of their beer or something, he'd offered their spare bedroom to a seemingly random college girl! The two Marines had at one time discussed the possibility of renting out that room sometime in the future, but that plan had always been dependent on Natsu and his progress.

“If I didn't, she'd have to drop out and move back to Acalypha, Ice Dick,” Natsu replied as he wheeled himself over to the sink to drop his dishes in the sink, his voice taking on a somewhat whiny tone against his will. At least he had waited until they were home to drop the bomb. He had brought it up over dinner, initially causing the Sergeant to choke on his pasta, but eventually Gray had gathered enough rage to just let Natsu have it.

“And this is our problem how…?” Gray snapped, immediately beginning to wash the dishes, handing the dripping ones down to Natsu for drying.

“Because she's nice and deserves help?” What else was he supposed to say? Oh, she needs to move in with us so I don't have to say goodbye to the one female that doesn't look at me like a puppy in a cone collar? Natsu shook his head and sighed. “Come on. It's only for a year until she graduates.” He racked his brain for any other argument he could muster. A thought came to mind but it was the cheapest move in the book. “Maybe she has cute friends that like guys in uniform?”

Gray huffed grumpily as he continued to wash the same plate he’d be working on for the past couple minutes. Natsu could tell that his best friend was more upset by Natsu’s single minded decision making than he was by the prospect of Lucy moving in. All Natsu had to do was find the right switch to flip and Lucy would have the green light. When Gray finally handed off his plate, he looked down at Natsu and cocked his head to the side slightly, as if trying to read the other Marine like a book. A moment passed before Gray spoke again, his gaze falling in defeat. “You know we’ll have to actually keep this place clean then, right?”

YES! Natsu thanked his roommate rapidly before speeding off for his room to grab his phone. He happily shot a text off to Lucy before he heaved himself out of his chair and flopped onto his bed. Folding his sculpted arms underneath his head, the salmon-haired Marine breathed in deeply before allowing himself to sink further into his mattress, but not before his face lit up with the biggest shit eating grin he had ever donned. Lucy moving in meant that he’d get to see her every day, eat meals with her, watch movies together, everything he craved to do with her but couldn't in the capacity he really desired. But if he didn't stand a chance to be her boyfriend, at least he could be her favorite roommate. With the fantasy of Lucy running through his mind, of her hips swaying down his hallway, casting the sweetest smile over her shoulder as she shut her door for the night, Natsu let sleep overcome him.

The next morning, he woke up surprisingly refreshed. No nightmares, no cold sweats, nothing. All that awaited him were a million grateful texts from Lucy and the sounds of Gray already hard at work fixing up the spare room. Natsu could hear his best friend shuffling boxes down the hall, stopping in the living room, and back again for the next load. Maybe they could use him and his chair like a dolly. At least they’d get done quicker.

The Marine hoisted himself into his wheelchair, not bothering to change out of his standard-issue sweatpants and tanktop. He immediately rolled out into the hall and over to the doorframe in order to watch Gray work. Surprisingly there wasn’t much left to do. The furniture from when they moved in was again visible instead of being buried under duty bags and old boxes. There was a metal bookcase in the back corner that Natsu knew Lucy would appreciate, a full bed situated in the middle of the back wall beneath a large uncovered window that opened up to their spacious (and rarely occupied) backyard. The matching dresser was covered in an inch-thick layer of dust but was beautiful nonetheless. Gunny had made them himself but they’d never really been used by the boys. Gray had his own furniture from before he moved in and Natsu had to replace all his with medical grade equipment after his accident. The only time the pinket remembered the room being used at all was when his sister Wendy had come to visit shortly after he had returned home.

“Nice of you to join me, Asshole,” Gray muttered as he stripped away his t-shirt and used it to wipe the sweat from his brow. He threw a semi-empty box over by the door right next to Natsu’s feet. “We gotta start going through this bullshit. She has to move in before the First, right?”

Natsu grinned devilishly as he leaned over, grabbed the box, and dropped it in his lap. He didn’t even want to fight Gray about the teasing, reveling in the normalcy of it all. Most people would have taken offense to being called something derogatory but to Natsu and Gray, it was nothing more than pet names between brothers. Over the past couple months, as Natsu grew stronger, Gray acted more normal by the day. At first, it started off with small things like not doing every little thing for him and eventually grew to include the hurling of casual insults. If he was being honest, Natsu had to admit that it raised his spirits a bit, but not nearly as much as the prospect of Lucy moving in with them.

Looking down into his lap, he noticed the cardboard box contained the remnants of his Service days. Pictures of his teams, medals and commendations, the works. Before he knew it, another box was being added on top of the first, almost completely obstructing his sight in all directions. “Yup, she’ll have to start moving in here in about two weeks,” he replied as he carefully rolled back to his room and dropped the mementos in the corner. Natsu brushed off the dust off his sweats before heading back to the other room. “You sure you’re okay shacking up with a girl?”

Gray hopped up and sat on top of the dresser, leaning back against the wall. “Nah, it’s just a year right?” he scoffed while staring up at the white popcorn ceiling. “And having a chick around might not be such a bad thing. This place could use a serious ‘feminine touch’.” Both Marines laughed at the slight truth in Gray’s statement before he jumped down and made his way to his bedroom next door. He quickly headed for the shower, managing to lose his basketball shorts somewhere between the two, and left Natsu alone to take in the sight of the now empty room. Closing his eyes, he took a moment to imagine what Lucy’s room might look like. The empty beige walls were suddenly covered in all sorts of photos, the bed draped with her favorite starry quilt. She would probably need some kind of desk for her writing, but he still had his that was hardly ever used. The twinkling sounds of his cell phone ringing dragged the veteran out of his daydreaming and forced him back into the real world.

Wheeling into his room, Natsu groaned when he found his former teammate calling. A picture of the orange-maned, playboy wiggled over the screen before Natsu actually forced himself to pick up, mainly just to make it stop. “Yo, Leo, what’s up Brother?” he murmured, trying to sound asleep. One could only hope he’d be spared if Loke thought he’d interrupted something.

“Salamander, tonight the boys and I are going out since the Dragon Twins are back from their last Tour,” the other Marine slurred as if he’d already started ‘celebrating’. “Grab the Ice Princess and meet us at this bar downtown called Fairy Tail. No one has seen your ugly ass in ages.”

Natsu feigned amusement. “I’ll relay the message, but you guys can make complete fools of yourselves without me thanks.” While he knew he probably should go, mostly because of Gildarts’ relentless nagging in the back of his mind, that didn’t mean he necessarily wanted to go. Seeing the boys would be great if they didn’t want to go somewhere like a downtown hotspot. It’s not like they were the most handicapable places in the world.

Loke’s whining made Natsu yank the phone off his ear. “Come on man, I’m being serious.” A small huff came through the line after silence had fallen between the two brothers-in-arms. “At least think about it? Everyone would really like to see you, Boss.”

Eventually Natsu conceded to the augmented request. “I make no promises.” And that was that. Rushed goodbyes left the pinket alone once more to wallow in his thoughts.

Could it really be so bad?

Hours later, once night had fallen over Magnolia, Gray and Natsu trudged their way up to the line waiting outside the newest hub for local nightlife. After some heated debates and multiple decision changes, the two ultimately dressed and headed out to meet their Squad mates. The group of Marines wasn’t exactly difficult to spot, the four of them sticking out like well-postured thumbs. Natsu immediately made out Loke and the ‘twins’ better known as Sting and Rogue. The two riflemen had grown up together, enlisted together, and served together, earning them the familial title. Gajeel held up the rear, grinning menacingly as the two joined the group. They all shared their raucous pleasantries before they were finally admitted to the club.

At least the monstrosity had one benefit. Due to Natsu’s wheelchair, the staff of Fairy Tail bumped them up to first class so that the group could have access to the booths. There was a ramp up onto the raised platform hidden on the side of the main room and the six of them quickly found their way to their table.

“First round is on me, boys!” Loke exclaimed, trying to be heard clearly over the booming music. And before anyone could stop him, the redhead was weaving through the crowds to get to the bar. The rest of them settled down and began catching up, sharing the highlights of what had happened in the past year and a half. When Loke returned, not only was he carrying a tray full of glasses and a bottle of firewhiskey, he was also smirking in his trademark fashion.

“Check out the pack of babes by the bar,” he instructed as he directed their attention to the bar. Each of them craned their necks in order to get a glance at whoever Loke was talking about. It didn’t take their trained eyes long to find their targets and Natsu felt as if his heart was going to beat out of his chest. Luckily he didn’t have to say anything. Gray did that for him.

“Hey Natsu! Isn’t that Lucy?!” he mocked, wryly sipping his whiskey. She was surrounded by other girls, a couple he recognized from photos she had shown him. Queue the casual ribbing.

Sting, the blonder half of the Twins, soon broke up the teasing as he announced his intentions. “Well, if you guys wanna circle jerk all night, be my guest. I’m going to get to know those girls over there.” His sights turned on Natsu before he downed the rest of his drink. “Wanna introduce me to the hot one?”

Natsu’s world turned red. Unfortunately, he didn’t get the chance to react before Sting was already cutting through the crowd. He sat faithfully and watched as his comrade infiltrated the group, never once gesturing back to the other Marines. However, the longer he made himself watch, the sicker he became. The last thing he saw before finishing off his own drink and excusing himself from his brothers was Sting closing the gap and running his fingers through the very strands of gold that had been haunting Natsu’s dreams for weeks.

Hey y'all! Hope you enjoyed this one. It's a bit of a filler chapter but trust me, you're going to like where this is going. Thank you all for wishing me well these past couple weeks. Thankfully I'm feeling better (mostly) but the stress from normal life is no bueno. I'm thankful I get to come and write here, and that y'all are coming along on the ride with me. :)

[ginnyzero]

How much do you want that goal?

In my previous post about fan fiction (and why I love it), I wrote a bit about how fan fiction helped me churn idea after idea and string them together into plots. How there were some ideas out there that were an incredible mish mash that were so crazy you couldn’t help be what the fuck, and hopefully just enjoy the mad crazy and fun for what it was. And hey, you don’t have to enjoy the extreme crazy sides of fan fiction, because everyone likes different things, but those extreme crazy sides are out there with their whacky ideas that usually make me go “why didn’t I think of that?” And then later I remember, that peoples brains work in mysteriously different ways and it’s okay that I didn’t think to crossover Supernatural, Doctor Who and Sherlock Holmes. I have my own fun and whacky ideas that make people look at me and go “I couldn’t ever think of something like that? How do you come up with these ideas?”

When I say I’m a writer, people think that’s pretty cool. (And tell me so.) Then, they tell me their idea for a book. Which is great, I love ideas. I’m overtly enthusiastic about ideas. And sometimes they go on a little overlong about them, but I know I’ve droned probably to someone overlong about an idea and hey it isn’t me running my mouth for once so I can be gracious and listen. (I have opinions, okay. I almost always have something to say.) I will try my best to never insult or put down an idea. I’ll be honest and say that something might not be my cup of tea, but if other people like it then that’s great. Go you and go them! And then when I tell them that they should write their idea (even if the execution might be terrible, the idea is important.) They either want me to write it or they just sort of laugh it off and then don’t do anything.

And that makes me think of this strip from Irregular Webcomic. And I’m linking it, because it’s not only the comic itself that is important, but the writing underneath it. Go ahead, click the link, read the comic, read the writing underneath, and then come back. I’ll wait.

You read it. Good. You came back! Better! Thank you. (And please, go ahead and read Irregular Webcomic from the beginning if it interests you. Because I find it awesome! Just finish my post first, please.)

Ideas are great. I love ideas, and I love people who have ideas. We creative types have to stick together. And in some ways, I’m not even talking about creative things. It takes an idea to start a sport. It takes an idea to create the next wave of awesome technology. It took an idea that the world wasn’t flat to sail across the Atlantic Ocean. But ideas, on their own, are just, ideas. They are a concept. They are a seed from which things could grow. Ideas are nothing by themselves. In order for them to become anything, one has to take that next step and do something. And to take that next step, one has to want it.

It’s easy to be dismissive or even derogatory of an idea. “Anyone could do that?” or “That’s stupid.” (Oh how many times have I heard those words? If I had a quarter.) But those ideas, stopped being a concept and became reality because someone wanted and had the creative drive to make their fantasy into something solid and concrete and there. And maybe you in particular don’t want and don’t see the artistic merit in painting an entire canvas a certain shade of red, but there was an artist that did and took the time to meticulously put red paint onto a canvas to get it the precise shade that he wanted and we need to respect that drive and that willpower that pushed him into having that creative force. Don’t degrade that creativity simply because you didn’t do it or can’t see the artistic merit.

I find that I can tell something about a person by how much effort they put into something they say they want. If they want something, they will be out there every day with whatever spare energy they have finding some way to make their wants reality. If they truly want something, they will put the effort into making it come true. And no amount of negativity or nay saying is going to bring them down until they get what they want. Those that truly want something, have spent the time to know the steps to get what they want. And they know that there will be a certain amount of luck and a certain amount of money invested on their end. They know they will hear a lot of “no,” and laughter and “that’s not what we’re looking for at this time.” And they will carry on. They’ll go and make their idea better and try again!

At some point, when people are telling me their ideas, I have to sit there and ask myself, ‘How much do they really want this? What are they doing now that makes me believe that this what they truly want?’ People who aren’t doing this are a waste of my time. I can’t invest my personal energy into cheering on their goals, if they aren’t going to invest their own energy into attaining them! Because it is so easy to put the cart before the horse, as in that web comic, and be thinking ahead to the movie deal or money, when you haven’t even taken the horse out of the barn! It’s all well and good to daydream. The more you visualize something happening, the more likely it is to happen. But without work, or advancement of the idea, you’re never going to see that end result!

It isn’t easy. It is so much easier to stay in motion instead of applying an opposing force to ourselves to change what we’re doing. It’s easy to make excuses. It’s understandable to be afraid of failure and rejection. It takes work and work is hard. And there will be up and downs, there will be some days where whatever it is you want, it comes easy. It gives you energy. And you’re happy and flying high. And other days where it will be all you can do to roll out of bed in the morning, put on your bathrobe, tie yourself in and slog through it. Working at it, means you practice, practice makes you better. And once you’ve carried through with something, gotten past the pain of uncertainty, there is a road ahead of you and you’re ready to hitch that horse to that cart and see where it takes you!

But it involves work. It involves wanting that goal so much that whatever that work is, it is worth it for that end result.

I was attending a party with some of my parent’s friends. They’re good people. They’re dedicated people to a particular craft. They're musicians and musicians are a special brand of people. (In more ways than one.) They might not come up with anything new, but they enjoy what they do and I respect that. And I don’t remember how, but the topic of the choir performance on Sunday came up. And one woman said that no matter how awful or horrible the choir sounded during practice during the week that on Sunday, it was like a miracle and they sounded wonderful. And when I responded along the lines that, no, it was because they put work into it and without that work, the performance would still be bad despite the fact they were in church on Sunday. I’ve been part of and sat through enough bad choir performances to have a little authority on the subject. (I don’t know if I was quite that blunt, I hope not. Cringe. Apologies if I was. I know I wasn’t as articulate as I wanted to be.) I was replied to with a very dismissive “Oh ye of little faith.”

This deeply upset and frustrated me, because to do what these people do on a regular basis, which is to play musical instruments, takes a certain amount of talent, skill, and hours upon hours of practice. They did not become good at their instrument because of a miracle or magic. They wanted to be good at playing an instrument. So they put effort into becoming good. They spent at least an hour or two every day to become as good as they are. To be in a choir is no different. To have all the voices in harmony, on key and singing together as a unit rather than disparate people takes time and practice. Have you listened to professional choirs? You have to audition. You practice every day! To become that good, you don’t do it by not putting in the hours and showing up every day to practice. If you didn’t, you wouldn’t be part of the professional choir very long! To be so dismissive of the hard work that it takes to do both things, play an instrument and to sing well, is insulting to the choir (church or professional) and to their own hard work! (The amount of dedication it takes to be an organist for a church makes me dizzy, not only do they practice on their own time during the week, they practice with the choir as well, who meets at least once a week and are practicing songs several weeks, if not months, in advance.) Learning a new piece of music takes time. (Unless you’re a genius or an idiot savant, then I tip my hat to you and applaud.)

I love these people, and I know I wasn’t ever able to articulate why I was so insulted that night. The idea that faith without work will carry a person through to succeed insults everyone who has put their mind to any task that requires practice, be it music, or art, or engineering. It insults people of all walks of life and education. (As my daddy says, it takes four years to become a good machinist. And I say, you also have to want to be a good machinist.) To throw away all that hard work to begin with and those who have done the same amount of work and failed at their goals with a dismissive 'oh, you don't have enough faith,' is deeply offensive and condescending. That a person didn't succeed because they didn't believe hard enough? Belief is not something you can quantify and put in a spoon or chart in hours and minutes of time put into learning or practicing a concrete skill. There could be a hundred and one reasons that they might have failed at this time, but let's not say it was because of lack of faith or belief. (If there was no faith or belief, they probably wouldn't have put themselves out there in the first place!)

By God, yes, you can have faith the size of a mustard seed and move a mountain. It doesn’t mean that mountain is going to be the end result of the choir performance, the group performance as a whole. It could simply be the courage of one individual to get up there, stand in front of a huge group of people and sing, no matter how squeaky, or off key you sound! Faith, is sitting in a room, day after day, writing something and believing that there are others out there that will want to read it. (It is also ego, but thank God for ego or else I wouldn’t have books to read.) And that faith is going to carry you through until you are published one way or another. (Because that is a mountain.) Faith is believing that there are people out there that want to know and care about what you do. Faith is belief that your hard work will pay off. Faith is stepping off that cliff and not knowing there will be something to stop your fall and doing it anyways. Faith is the follow through to the idea, the want, the motivation and the work. Faith is the end game, not the beginning. Kind of like an idea itself. Faith grows. It is something you have or you don’t. You either believe or you don’t believe. Faith and hope can be similar in concept and execution. Hope is the feeling. Faith is the action, (which is funny because hope can be a verb and faith is a noun.)

To become proficient in something, it takes ten thousand hours. And in the beginning, you’re going to fumble and drop your pick, you’re going to be out of key and your voice will quaver, your fingers might tremble. Your words won’t always be the best. With practice, and hard work, and drive, and learning from mistakes, you can get better, to achieve that lofty goal you’ve been dreaming about. And when you’ve reached that goal, you’ve learned that piece of music, you’ve stood up in front of everyone and sang and you’ve written that book. There comes this giddy flush of satisfaction (or the nauseating feeling of misery.) And suddenly, you want to do it again (or if it was a bad experience you swear it off for good. It happens.) And it’s on to the next idea. The next want. The next goal, with faith that there were people who liked your first idea and maybe they won’t like your second idea, but you won’t know until you try.

I didn’t learn this from Irregular Webcomic, though, it really did help crystallize some of what I’d been thinking. I didn’t learn this in college, (unfortunately no one there was quite that deep.) I didn’t glean it from ‘The Writer’s Little Book of Wisdom.’ (My personal writing bible.) Though some of the ideas are there in those pages if you know where to look. I learned it from fan fiction. From putting myself out there, time after time. From braving the uncertainty, from taking that leap that there was someone out there wanting to read my stories. That while my ideas might be stupid or ‘anyone could do that’ in some people’s eyes, those people didn’t matter, because they hadn’t done those ideas and I had! I can look back and see now that my first stories were awful, but after a lot of hard work and focus, hey, I’ve improved drastically. And the end result, that someone wanted to read what I wrote. Someone shared my passions. That reading my stories would make someone feel a little bit better even if it was just for an hour or five minutes that they could forget their troubles. Because writing them distracted me from my troubles. I achieved that goal. And that gave me courage to post another story, because I had faced that uncertainty once and nothing bad had happened, and another story, and another (and oh dear, I was awful wasn’t I.) I was/am a part of something bigger than me! And that was the sweetest satisfaction of all.

And all it takes is an idea, a deep want to motivate you to work and work hard and a little bit of faith.