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shwazzberryswriting · 3 years ago

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Twisted, Act 3

*Day 25*

Haechan😘🙄☺️: gd morning babe hdyf need me 2 go 2 target

Lawan: Babe I got big news

Haechan😘🙄☺️: ?

Lawan: I have to buy new bedsheets CUZ MY PERIOD CAME LAST NIGHT my sheets are ruined I spent the last 20 min scrubbing my mattress

Haechan😘🙄☺️: alot of tmi babe but does this mean i can take u out for shots wanna smoke a celebratory blunt

Lawan: 🙄 its not even 9AM yet babe

Haechan😘🙄☺️: where r u getting bedsheets

Lawan: you were saying something about Target?

Haechan😘🙄☺️: want me to come get u we can go to 119

ill help u finish cleaning

ill make u lunch

Lawan: see u in 20?

Haechan😘🙄☺️: 15

Lawan: 😘

Lawan watched Haechan in the driver’s seat of her car, his blue hoodie covering his messy brown hair. He looked at home singing along to the music as he adjusted the volume to the sound system. His confidence in parallel parking made her grateful that he offered to drive them as they were out running errands.

She needed a bit of a break. She’d woken up early to find herself looking like she was in a horror movie, her pajama shorts and blue bedsheets were ruined with large red period stains. Currently, her room stunk of all purpose cleaner and antibacterial spray. She had been nearly done with cleaning her mattress when Haechan had texted her.

“So you’re not pregnant but your bedsheets are ruined,” Haechan said, turning the car off.

“I’d rather have a crappy morning cleaning my mattress than have a baby in like, 8 months or something.��

They shuddered together before exiting the car. 119 was a tea shop that opened early on the weekends. Haechan enjoyed going to 119 for the free upgrades. A couple of his NCT frat brothers worked there, and that morning Mark was working. It was easy to talk him into giving them discounts.

“Are you going to get a milk tea or fruit slush?” he asked her as they stood in line. She rested her hands over his arms wrapped around her waist from behind. “Coffee milk tea or strawberry milk slush?”

“So you’ve been keeping track of my orders?” she said, trying to keep her eyes open as Haechan kissed her cheek.

“We spend so much time together babe, I just know what you like,” he said, resting his head against hers. “What will I order?”

“Coffee milk tea or white grape slush,” she replied. His hold on her tightened for a second.

“I think you like me more.” His voice had made her nipples hard, which caused her cheeks to grow hot.

“Haechan?” a familiar voice said from behind. Loosening his hold, Haechan turned his head over. Lawan followed, and felt her whole face turn hot. Renjun, another NCT frat brother, was arm in arm with his girlfriend, Alexandria. “Hey, Lawan.”

“I knew it,” Alexandria said with a wide grin, shaking Renjun’s arm. “Renjun, didn’t I tell you last night that I thought they were, like, hooking up?”

“You were gossiping about us?” Haechan asked. Lawan wanted him to release her. It was hitting her that she and Haechan were legitimately dating. As in, their friends would know that they’d been doing more than just watching movies in each other’s rooms. He held her firmly against him as her nerves made her feel like her knees would give way. “But yeah, I guess you can say it’s official.”

“How did you two go from bickering about homework to...this?” Alexandria asked. Her eyes were shining bright as the corners of her eyes crinkled up and her mouth widened into a big smile.

“We’ve been getting along better,” Haechan replied, giving a shrug.

“Why? Because you were hookups first?” Renjun asked. He broke out into an innocent smile as Haechan let go of Lawan, his eyes narrowing.

“Hey! What’s up, guys?” their cashier, Mark, greeted them, relieving the tension in the air. “Yo, dude, my manager stepped out for the day. Johnny came in here and piled on the free shit. You want a cookie with your order?”

“We’ll just get our drinks,” Renjun said stoically, but began stuffing a few individually wrapped cookies into his leather bag.

“Don��t mind Renjun,” Alexandria said to Lawan, resting her body against the counter. “I’m happy to see you two together, but I do want to know how this all happened.”

“Haechan bought me a pineapple daiquiri,” Lawan replied before trying to rub her tongue up against the roof of her mouth. It felt like rubbing a sponge up against a brick wall, her mouth parched. “He’s helped me a lot lately.”

Haechan handed her a sugar cookie decorated to look like a pineapple with royal icing, distracting her and Alexandria. Despite Alexandria smiling at the gesture, Lawan didn’t know how to feel. She wanted to find the gesture sweet, but she worried that Haechan was only doing so to look good in front of their friends. The idea sounded absurd, but she couldn’t stop herself from worrying that Haechan was only putting on a show.

“Um, dude, I think that’s overdoing it,” Mark said, reaching over to stop Renjun from grabbing all the treats placed on display.

“So you like Johnny more than you like us?” Haechan asked.

“What if I told you I could double the boba in your drinks?” Mark replied.

“Not Dria’s, please,” Renjun said. Haechan seized the opportunity to tease Renjun for being so caring about his girlfriend’s drinks preferences.

As Haechan and Renjun heckled Mark, Lawan thought about what she and Haechan would say to their friends about how they became a couple. They hadn’t exactly lied, but Renjun’s joke had Lawan sweating for a second, thinking that he knew their whole history.

She was able to feign a smile and banter with their friends about why they were up so early. Renjun and Alexandria were trying to beat the large crowds at a new art museum that was featuring a collection of works done by Frank Stella in the 1970s through to the 1980s. By the way Haechan nodded passively to Renjun’s excited ramble, Lawan felt relieved to know that she wasn’t the only one who didn’t know who Frank Stella was.

Alexandria invited them to join, and take advantage of their student discounts. The first weekend of the month meant the tickets were discounted by another 5% on top of the 10% student discount. After thanking Mark for the free upgrades and cookies, Haechan and Lawan declined to join. She spent the rest of her day with Haechan, but she still struggled to let go of her worries.

*Day 30*

The lunch rush had been busy and frantic, but she’d gotten a lot of large tips. There was a tech fair near the university campus, so the out-of-town visitors gave generous tips. Since she’d worked 3 days in a row, Lawan had her entire weekend off. It didn’t mean much since she was stacked with homework.

“Lawan, can you check the front locks before leaving?” Ruby asked from the back office in the kitchen. They were the last people in the restaurant, the pair to clean up and set up for the dinner shift.

“All right,” she called out as she put the strap to her purse over her shoulder. Ruby and Lawan had done the lunch rush so often, they’d come to clean up in less than 30 minutes with their routine. “See you later, Ruby!”

“Bye.”

Her eyes were shut as she sighed when she exited the kitchen to check the front door’s lock. She was going down her list of errands before heading home. HMart for rice and produce, bank to withdraw money she owed her roommates, and then home for dinner and homework. She needed to take some aspirin for her headache and sore feet.

When she opened her eyes, the last thing she wanted to see was staring her in the face. She stopped in her steps as she stood beside the back end of the restaurant’s bar. Seated at the second to last chair nearest to her was Haechan, two pineapple daiquiris in front of him. Her face turned hot as his gaze was steady, his expression did not change as he turned his body toward her direction.

“Are you trying to ghost me?” Haechan asked.

She pressed her lips together and looked down at the daiquiris. Of course, Ruby wouldn’t warn her about Haechan paying her a visit. They hadn’t talked about Haechan when Lawan said she didn’t want to, but the fact that Ruby brought up Haechan at all was telling enough that Ruby liked Haechan and Lawan dating.

Seeing him in the flesh made the guilt she’d tried ignoring come rushing forth, making her whole face hot. Pulling out the metal chair before her, she sat down beside him, and set her purse down onto the bar counter. After the day she got her period, Lawan had gotten cold feet and ignored Haechan’s texts, telling herself her schoolwork was more important.

“I need time to think,” she replied, her eyes fixed on the daiquiri sitting closest to her. The maraschino cherry was slowly sinking into the deflating whipped cream.

“You could have texted me that,” he replied, his tone remaining level. “I would have understood.”

“Right, because you’re the perfect boyfriend,” she said with a scoff. Guilt clouded her vision immediately and she shut her eyes before looking up into Haechan’s face.

“I don’t have to chase you, Lawan,” he replied, his expression unmoved. “If you don’t want to date me, that’s fine. Just don’t be an asshole about rejecting me.”

“Haechan,” she said, feeling her throat tighten. She blinked away the tears that threatened to come. “I’m sorry. I like you, I’m just...feeling insecure. You deserve better.”

“What’s up?” he asked, turning his body toward her, touching his knee to hers. His eyebrows furrowed slightly.

“That morning we ran into Alexandria and Renjun, I just,” she paused as she looked away. She felt ashamed to think about the judgment her mom received for being a young mother. The world felt more modern than old patriarchal standards of her grandparents’ age (hell, even her mom’s), but the threat of potentially being knocked up while in college scared the shit out of Lawan. “I don’t want people to think you and I were stupid that day we hooked up. It all came from such a cynical place.”

“You think our relationship is cynical?” he asked, his eyebrows raised. He grabbed one of the daiquiris and took a drink from the red straw.

“You really wanted to date me after we hooked up?” she asked, crossing her arms over her chest. “Like, you really think we would have begun dating had the condom not broken?”

“I don’t know,” he said with a shrug. “Life didn’t work out that way. Maybe I was feeling horny and you were too, and that was supposed to be it between us, but like, come on. I know my concerns for you weren’t cynical, especially last week. Is that how you see our relationship? You only dated me because you don’t want people to judge you for being a horny idiot? Condoms break all the time.”

“Haechan,” she said with a laugh, furrowing her eyebrows as she sat up straight. She looked around despite knowing that they were alone. Reaching out to touch his wrist, she apologized as she saw him frown, his jaws tightening. “I like you. I like you so much. Every night I’ve been going to bed, crying, thinking about you, knowing I can’t just stop talking to you. I haven’t been fair to you, I’m sorry. It’s not you that is the problem, it’s me remembering how tough it was to grow up seeing my mom struggle a lot. All that hard work she put into raising me, and I could have been in a similar situation.”

“I would never walk out on you,” Haechan said, leaning closer to her.

“It’s not about you,” she replied. “It’s about me. It’s about how scared I was. I just...I needed time to sort through my feelings. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I didn’t want to worry you.”

“So you shut me out?”

“I’m sorry,” she said, standing up. He had a point. It was a shitty move not to consider his feelings. “I really am. I’ll need to communicate with you more. I want you to be my boyfriend, Haechan. I want to be your girlfriend. Will you forgive me?”

He sighed and shut his eyes. A few tears rolled down his cheeks and it was her turn to sigh. Whenever he scrunched his eyes shut and opened his mouth into a wide grimace she knew they were crocodile tears. Instead of calling him out, she kissed his tears away and combed her fingers through his hair. She planted two kisses onto each of his beauty marks, one near his eye and the other on his cheek.

“I’m so sorry, babe,” she said softly, pulling him into a hug. She wrapped her arms around his neck. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

His arms wrapped around her waist and he lifted his head to plant a kiss onto her neck.

“Let’s go home,” he said, standing up with her. He draped his arm over her shoulder.

As they began on their walk to the NCT frat house, Lawan pressed herself closer to Haechan. His body was warm, and his hold was comforting.

“Are you always this forgiving?” she asked. She’d expected him to do a little more guilt tripping. Perhaps go on a scripted monologue about how she iced him out with her cold heart.

“No,” he replied, looking down at her for a second, “but I did make a promise to you at Costco, do you remember?”

“You did?”

“If I was your boyfriend,” he said plainly, “I’d never let you go.” They were just a few steps away from the driveway to the frat house.

“Don’t finish that,” she said. They’d stopped walking. Despite herself, a smile was growing on her lips, hurting her cheeks. “You’re my boyfriend. You don’t need to-”

“Keep you on my arm, girl-”

“Stop. I don’t like this Bieber song.”

“You'd never be alone.”

“Donghyuck, I mean it.”

“And I can be a gentleman, anything you want.”

“Haechan.”

“If I was your boyfr-”

She shut him up by grabbing his face and kissing him.

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Thank you for reading! 💚

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stepfamilyabuseingodsname · 4 years ago

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My whipping today

I should start with some background; I was staying over at my uncle's house with my cousin Bella (no real reason, just because). At the time things between my uncle and my cousin were a little tense, Bella has been known to be a troublemaker but especially around the time this happened she was getting into more trouble than usual. And I didn’t have a problem with it, Bella is my best friend but he’s her dad and I understand he’s in charge of keeping her in line at all. The thing was that it made him a little short with me and that annoyed me a little bit so I was a little short with him.

When I got up and had some breakfast my uncle was a little annoyed with my attitude and even gave me a swat over my pajama bottoms warning me not to act up anymore. I didn’t think much of it at the time, but my point is I was kinda on thin ice with my uncle. I guess thinner than I realized. Anyway I didn’t have to work until noon so I decided to go to the gym first.

When I got back I took a shower but I took a little too long. Before long my uncle barged in, turned the water off, and gave my butt a slap. I of course was a little shocked and tried to turn around and cover up. I had shampoo in my hair and was not ready to come out and go to work yet so after a quick lecture he made me turn around and gave me another spank. He told me to finish up ASAP and meet him in his room after I was done. I was pretty sure that meant he was going to spank me but I wasn’t sure until I got out and realized he took all my clothes.

At least I was able to dry off (wet butt spankings are the worst!) before putting on my hand bra/panties and making that awful long walk to my uncle's bed room. (I thought about wearing the towel down to his room but it was pretty obvious it was going to come off anyway.)

“Young lady that was the last straw” he said as I walked in his door

“I don’t know what’s gotten into you”

“Please uncle I’m sorry, this is so embarrassing and I have to go to work can we please skip the spanking. I’ll behave better I promise!”

His response was predictable.

SMACK

He grabbed me by the hips and turned me sideways to slap my butt.

“Okay, let’s try to make this quick without letting you go too easy. Over my knee” he said as he sat down on his bed and pointed to his lap.

I laid over his lap and he started spanking me. Even with just his hand, my uncle gives notoriously hard spankings and this was no exception, considering all I really did wrong was take too long in the shower.

He spanked me really hard and totally steady, slapping the exact say part of my sitspot. One cheek and then the next. By the time the spanking was done I basically had two hand prints on my butt (I kid you not, I could literally see the thumb mark separate from the rest of the hand print). Usually I would get a periodic break where my spanker stops to rub and lecture or ask if I’m learning or whatever, but not this time. Obviously, it wasn't long before I had problems holding still. Pretty soon I was wiggling, then I was kicking, then I tried covering up my backside.

Eventually I found myself held down and that’s about when my uncle stopped to look at his watch and said:

“Okay, I know you need to go to work so 5 more good spanks and I’ll let you go”

SMACK!!

(I’m certain he gave me 6 and I’m still salty about it)

“Okay young lady, up you get”

And with that I got off his lap and immediately went into a very embarrassing, butt naked, “spanky dance”.

My uncle gave a very quick lecture about behaving and following instructions and blah blah blah he doesn’t like to do this blah blah blah...then gave me one more slap and told me to get ready for work.

It wasn’t the worst spanking but this wasn’t exactly how I wanted to start my day before work. I only had like 15 minutes to get dressed and eat something before I had to be out the door. Which didn’t leave much time to collect myself or nurse my butt or anything. So I scrambled to get out the door on time, which I was able to do but not without forgetting my mask so I had to circle back which made me late.

When I showed up, I was maybe 10 min. Late, and my boss was giving me crap but all I could focus on was that my butt still hurt lol

Anyway, I never had a chance to get some lotion on my butt so I took my lunch break early and headed over to a CVS near my job to get some lotion. When I got back I applied some to my backside in the bathroom and it did not work as intended! OMG I don’t know what was wrong with it, it was just normal lotion but it felt like I rubbed poison ivy all over my already spanked butt.

It was probably the first time in my life I did a full spanky dance without immediately receiving a spanking.prior. So yeah...one of those days.

But the day didn’t end there…

Once I got out of work, it was about 8:30 and I had to go back to my cousin’s house. When I showed up I wasn’t expecting my uncle to be there and only Bella’s car was in the driveway so I thought it was safe to assume my uncle wasn’t home, right?

So I walk in the door, only expecting Bella to be there and don’t forget I was having a bad day. I just want to remind you of that before you read the next part.

I walk up to the stairs and yell:

“Bella, do you have any lotion? You’re asshole dad spanked the shit out of me this morning”

...no reply.

I walk up stairs to find Bella’s room very much empty. I was a little confused until I turned around to see my uncle standing in the hallway with his arms crossed with a very stern look on his face. My heart just sank and my confusion turned to fear.

“Uncle Jack? I didn’t expect you to be home”

SMACK

Again, his response was predictable, a smack on my butt.

“I can only hope you didn’t”

For what felt like an eternity but was probably only a couple of seconds I just looked at him and he looked back at me. I think he was deciding how he wanted to handle it..

“Young lady, I’m not going to stand here and give you a long lecture. You already know what you did wrong. What’s going to happen is I’m going to take you downstairs, you’re going to take off your pants, you’re going to lay over my lap, and then you’re going to get a very hard spanking. Hopefully when it's all over you will have learned your lesson.”

SMACK

He immediately followed up with a smack on my butt before grabbing me by the elbow and pulling me downstairs.

“Yes sir” I reluctantly agreed and followed him downstairs into the living room.

“Okay young lady. Pants down. Get in my lap. I’m not going to allow you to behave this way.”

I took down my pants, but thinking I might get lucky I didn’t pull down my panties. Much to my surprise, my uncle left them on as I went over his knee.

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK

My butt was still a little sore and the spanks hurt so bad, I just wasn’t able to hold still and started kicking and wiggling almost immediately.

“Hold still” my uncle demanded as he embarrassingly grabbed me by the butt to pull me back in position and pushed my shoulders down before continuing the spanking. But now he started pulling my panties up my butt leaving my cheeks exposed.

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK

“Up you get young lady” My uncle finally said.

I got up and he swiftly pulled my panties down. But foolishly, I pulled them back up.

“Please no, not on the bare. It’s so embarrassing please it hurts so much already”

He didn’t hear a word of it. He just pulled them back down, then put me back over his knee, and pulled my pants and panties clean off my legs.

:”You’re going to regret that” he said calmly

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK

It wasn’t long after that before my uncle let me off his lap for a second time. Only this time I was instructed to get the spoon.

I walked as slowly as possible into the kitchen rubbing my butt and crying all the way there.

Once I got back my uncle made me “ask” him to please give me a spanking with the spoon (as if it weren’t embarrassing enough already).

“Uncle jack, will you please spank me with the spoon”

“Yes I will, now get back over my lap” he said as he put his hand on my butt and pushed me over his leg while grabbing the spoon with the other.

This time he must have known I was not going to be able to cooperate very well over the knee so he bent me over one of his legs and preemptively used the other to hold me down.

Now that I was pretty much totally restrained he started smacking me with the spoon.

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK

Finally, my uncle set the spoon on my lower back and rested his hand over my butt.

“I hope you’re learning your lesson young lady”

“Yes sir I am”

“Good, I sure hope so but he aren’t done yet”

SMACK

“Up you get, go fetch the paddle”

“No please, not the paddle! I learned my lesson! I promise!” I begged but didn’t get off of his lap

SMACK SMACK SMACK

Of course it was useless. If my uncle told me to get the paddle, I was going to get a paddling.

As with the spoon, I waddled as slowly as I could to get the paddle, rubbing my butt all the way to my uncle's room where he kept the paddle and back.

Even though neither the spoon spanking or the hand spanking took too long, I’m sure you can understand how it was getting real old, and real embarrassing, going back and forth over my uncle's knee and fetching implements.

“Alright young lady, I’ll take that. You stand right there and bend over with your hands locked behind your knees”

“Please don’t spank me too hard” I said as I handed him the paddle and bent over like he told me to.

“Count them” he said, tapping my butt with the paddle.

SMACK

“OUCH! One sir” I said as I immediately jumped up and rubbed my backside. He wasn’t spanking as hard as he usually did with the paddle but given how much my butt had been smacked that day, it was hard to hold still.

“Back in position” my uncle said as he grabbed my shoulders and pushed me back down until I was bent over.

SMACK

“OUCH! Two sir”

SMACK

“OUCH! Three sir”

...

SMACK

“OUCH!”

And I finally couldn’t take it anymore so I broke position and started rubbing my butt. My uncle responded by again grabbing my shoulders but this time pulling me back to the chair and back over his knee.

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK

“Young lady, you are going to do as you are told!” he said before letting me back up.

“If you’re not going to stay in position, I want you to keep your hand on your knees, your knee slightly bent, and keep that butt out” he said tapping my butt with the paddle before I was even in position.

Now that I knew he was totally serious I stayed in position for the rest of the swats. Like I said, they weren’t full strength swings, but it was more than enough to keep me in tears.

With my back arched and butt sticking out, it was a pretty embarrassing position and I had to stay like that for the rest of the spanking. Periodically my uncle would slow down and use his hand to spank me, asking if I was learning my lesson or give me some kind of banal lecture.

He didn’t make me count them after that but there was a lot and it felt like forever! Finally he told me to stand up straight and put my hands on my head.

“We’re almost done here young lady” he said

‘You used some pretty gross language earlier, that and your attitude lately is why you’re here getting such a hard spanking isn’t that right?”

“Yes sir”

“And what happens when you use language you’re not supposed to?

“I get my mouth soaped”

“That’s right, now let's get your mouth and that butt in that bathroom to finish up your punishment” he said as he gave me a sorta light smack on my behind.

“Keep moving young lady”

SMACK

I tried walking nice and slowly to the bathroom but was sped up by the occasional hard smack on my butt.

“Okay young lady, you can use your hands to cover up your front if you’d like. But keep your hands away from your bottom. You’ve still got some spanks coming.” He said once we reached the bathroom.

“Yes Sir”

Once we made it to the bathroom I got the usual uninteresting treatment. I had to stand in front of the mirror while my uncle wetted up the soap, stuck it in and out of my mouth, smacked my still naked butt, and lectured me. Finally he told me he thought I learned my lesson and gave me permission to wash my mouth out. Then he gave me a big hug.

“You know I don’t like spanking you like this” he said

“I know you don’t, I’m sorry” was my reply.

Then came the awkward part (because nothing up to this point was the least bit awkward). My uncle said something to the effect of

“That bottom is awfully red and sore. Now that your punishment is over so I can be a little nicer, how about I put some lotion on them” he said, putting his arm on my shoulder and guiding me outside the bathroom and back into the living room.

Now my uncle has seen and spanked my bare bottom more times than I count, not to mention I had just finished up my second bare bottom spanking of the day with him, so I guess I could only be so embarrassed by him rubbing some lotion over my bottom. That being said, I found it pretty humiliating.

It’s not like he hasn’t done it before, or even that I would say no if he asked if I wanted him to. It was just that every other time I’ve had someone rub my butt with lotion after a spanking, I’ve either asked them to do it or at least they asked me if I wanted them to first. I honestly don’t think he was trying to make it awkward or anything, I think he was trying to be nice actually, just felt pretty awkward.

Anyway he grabbed some lotion from the bathroom and we walked back down into the living room. He sat down in the same chair that he was spanking me in earlier. Not going to lie, even though I knew he wasn’t going to spank me, it was a little scary going back over his lap in the same exact position.

“Wow that is one very hot bottom” he said as he cupped his hand around my butt.

“I’d have to spank bella awfully hard before her butt got got this hot” I didn’t really know what to say, I felt a mix of mildly annoyed and embarrassed over the comments on the temperature of my bottom.

“Yeah, you spanked me really hard. It hurts a ton.” I wasn't trying to make him feel bad but I just didn’t know how to respond.

“Sorry, I hope this isn’t too embarrassing for you. I know you’re a grown woman now.” Felt a little stange for him to say that with my literally half naked over his lap, with my butt in his hand.

“No, it's okay” I said, totally lying through my teeth.

It was about then that he started rubbing the lotion. And I’m not going to lie, it was very reliving. Not like I was feeling great or anything, butt my backside was hurting pretty bad and the lotion did make it fell a lot better

We had some light, sorta awkward, conversation while I was over his knee and I was starting to feel very relaxed. Finally he asked if I felt better now and I said yes. Then he gave me a spank that I was not at all expecting and told me I could get up. It wasn’t a super hard spank but it shocked me and almost ruined the whole point of putting lotion on my butt.

Anyway, that’s pretty much what happened, Not my best day, but at least I learned something so hopefully I don’t get too many more spankings like that

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nonstoplover · 4 years ago

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please don’t say you love me ~ Sebastian Stan (song drabble)

my masterlist │ my song drabbles

song used as inspiration: gabrielle aplin ~ please don't say you love me

words: 2.1K

approximate reading time: about 15 mins

a/n: song drabble number three is here!! it's something more deep than i think i have ever written, and it was a little challenging, needed more thought and i'm not sure it's perfect but i did my best. hope you like it, let me know what you think! feedback is always appreciated, you know. and feel free to request anything! i love writing for you guys.

The sound of (y/n)'s giggles filled the small beach house they rented for their weekend getaway as she ran as fast as she could from the man behind her. Sebastian, face covered in tomato sauce followed close behind her, determined to catch her.

"I'm gonna get a revenge," he called out. "It's not fair that you're still clean."

"You need to catch me first!" The girl exclaimed back over her shoulder, skillfully dodging the sofa, but Sebastian chose the easy way and jumped over the piece of furniture and got right ahead of her.

"Wasn't that hard," he smirked, grabbing both her arms to pull her in and smear his face all across hers.

(y/n) tried hard to twitch out of his grasp, squealing loud, but he was too strong compared to her so all she managed to do was getting even more tomato sauce on her skin.

"Oh my gosh, Seb," she shook her head in disbelief but her eyes were still shining with joy.

She moved her hand up to run over her pointer finger on her cheek, collecting some of the red sauce before licking it up. Sebastian bursted out laughing loudly as he watched the scene unfold, amused by how the girl ate even that.

"What? Can't let it go to waste!" (y/n) defended herself when she glanced up and saw the look in his eyes.

Sebastian just shook his head as he continued watching her repeat the previous action. His heart was beating fast, and not from running around the house, instead from looking at the girl. She always managed to achieve this, no matter how simple things she did. Sebastian knew for a while now that he was completely enamoured of her, and wanted nothing more than to live all his remaining life with her by his side. He knew she was the one, he knew this was serious. At least, to him it was. He could only hope it was the same for the girl too.

"I lo-" he started to speak but was immediately cut off by (y/n)'s fingers pressing against his lips. Her eyes widened with worry and maybe fear, and suddenly all he could feel was confusion as it spread across his whole body.

She didn't feel like that towards him? He felt pain sting in his chest as he waited for an explanation.

"I'm sorry," (y/n) whispered before by-passing the man and going into the kitchen to clean her face with a paper towel.

Sebastian followed her, still not having a clue about what had just happened, and she held another towel out towards him silently, avoiding his searching gaze.

"I just..." she spoke up again, leaning against the counter. "I just don't think we should move this fast, you know?"

It hurt him more than he would have like to admit but he just nodded, giving her a tight-lipped smile. She finally made herself to look up, and when she met his eyes, she knew this explanation would not be good enough.

"We'd only break up if we said a couple things this early in our relationship."

"This early?" Sebastian frowned. "We're dating for 8 months now, I don't really think that it's that early."

"For me it is, okay?" (y/n) answered, voice raised a tad bit.

"But why? I just can't seem to understand. I thought we're alright and going straight ahead. I thought what we have is serious."

The girl felt her chest tighten by his words. You see, it already started, she thought. He's gonna break up with you. Tears made her vision cloudy, but she blinked them away and concentrated on the conversation, not letting her stupid feelings get in the way of acting like adults.

"We were alright! It's going great."

"Then I don't know why it's such a big deal that I want to say what I feel out loud."

"You don't feel that way," she shook her head.

"What?" Sebastian knew that he really shouldn't raise his voice, but his feelings were hurt and he couldn't help it. "How do you know what I feel?"

"It's too early for feelings to be so serious..."

"Too early. Here it is again, this word. Early. That just doesn't even make any sense to me. What if I actually happen to know after 8 months of dating that what I feel is lo-" he couldn't finish the word just like the first time he tried to say it, (y/n) was quicker and jumped to him to cover his mouth with her palm. "If we can't name this feeling, then what are we? Friends with benefits?"

His tone was bitter, it dripped from each of his words. He wanted this girl to be his wife someday, and now it turned out she only felt like it was some messed up friends with benefits and nothing more?

"Well, aren't you actually that kind of guy?" (y/n) asked back, tone similar to his.

"What's that supposed to mean?" His words snapped harsh and loud, making her wince.

"I mean, it's not like there weren't already stories about you in that kind of situations."

"What?" Sebastian felt like that was the only word he could say in their conversation. He constantly felt confused as it went on. "And how would you know that it's true? You know it pretty damn well that there are dozens of rumours about me that may not be true. Why do you believe it?"

"Because it sounds reasonable!" She exclaimed. "You're the famous, attractive, young man, star of Hollywood, with millions of fans that would do anything to be with you. It wouldn't be that surprising if you used what you got from life to have a little fun."

"We're dating for 8 months. 8! I think you had the time to get to know me well enough to know exactly that I'm not like that," he threw his hands up in the air in frustration.

She couldn't make herself to answer, she just shook her head and turned her body away from him just to get him out of her sight. She didn't know what to think anymore, all she knew that she didn't want their relationship to end. He was by far the kindest, most loving and caring man she had ever been with. They truly had an amazing 8 months behind them and she wanted it to last more than she had ever wanted anything in her life.

"You're crazy if you really think that," Seb hissed, misunderstanding the silence coming from her.

Her eyes were filled with tears now, one or two even escaping and rolling down her cheeks. Sebastian raised his hands to wipe the wetness from her skin with his thumbs.

"What's wrong?" He whispered. "Why don't you want me to say it?"

She took a shaky but deep breath, eyes moving down to the floor before she opened her mouth to answer.

"It happened so many times already."

"What? What happened?"

"That me and the current boy expressed some feelings that shouldn't have been expressed so fast."

"What do you mean?" Sebastian felt like he was trying to get information out of a young kid who got bullied in kindergarten, but he was determined to find the reason behind her strange behaviour out no matter what it took.

"After saying it out loud, it usually didn't last long."

"And what if I tell you that this time it'll be different?"

With his gentle caress against her skin and the caring, cautious look in his beautiful blue eyes (y/n) could almost feel herself give in. Almost. She wanted to believe him, but experience told her to be more careful now if she didn't want to lose him.

"You can't know that. You can't see the future," she shrugged with a sad smile playing on her lips.

"If I don't say it then, will it be alright?"

"I hope so." She wanted to sound more sure, but she would've been lying if she acted like she knew what was about to happen with them. They'd only know that after more time passed by.

"I'll be at the beach, I just need half an hour of thinking, okay?" Sebastian pushed himself away from the counter he was leaning against, and without another word from him or the girl he was out of the door.

(y/n) spent the following forty minutes sitting on the kitchen floor, trying to figure out what it meant. Did she screw it up by speaking up about her past experiences? By not letting him express what he felt? But she knew how it was with all her previous relationships and she truly didn't want to lose him. She felt confused, uncertain and utterly upset.

She was woken from her deep thinking by the sun shining in her eyes through the window. She squinted, glancing at the clock before coming to the decision that she'd go and find Sebastian. They have to finish this conversation, see where it would end. She had to know what he was thinking.

It didn't take long before she saw his silhouette pacing up and down the shore, occasionally kicking away heaps of sand in his way. (y/n) approached him carefully, giving him time to notice her upcoming figure and send her away if that was what he wanted. But Sebastian just continued walking down towards the water and back up.

When she got to him, stopping only a few metres from his route, he finally stopped and spoke up.

"I understand that you went through things like that, and I respect it. I won't say anything like that until you think it's alright. I... feel towards you in a way that I know that I don't want to lose you. And if all I have to do is not say one thing to avoid losing you, then so be it."

(y/n) felt tears gather in her eyes once more, but this time they were all happy tears. What Sebastian said meant more to her than he would ever know. He saw the smile appear on her cheeks, the adoring glint her eyes started to shine with, and he knew it was alright.

"I feel the same way about you, I don't want to lose you either."

Sebastian's heart fluttered with happiness, finally being able to be certain about how the girl felt towards him made everything seem much better in the world.

"Can I kiss you?" He asked, gently stepping towards the girl. His eyes stared into her (y/e/c) orbs softly, making her go weak in her knees and warm in her chest.

"Don't give me that puppy dog face. How am I supposed to say no to that?" She tried to joke, lightening the mood, letting him know that they had successfully passed the hard part.

Sebastian let out a chuckle before wrapping his arms around her lower back and pulling her in close. Slowly, extremely slowly he leant in, wanting to give the girl the choice to change her mind. But she just slightly tilted her head, eyes shuttering close as she awaited the kiss.

Lips met, gently pressing against each other for a few moments before they both started to pour more feelings into it, eventually turning the first innocent kiss into something more passionate and heated. They tried to communicate what they felt, thought and wanted the other to know but couldn't speak just yet through the movements of their lips.

When they ran out of breath and parted, their eyes were shining with a new kind of delight and affection. (y/n) giggled, letting out a sigh as she grew more sure that she didn't ruin everything and the man wouldn't disappear from her life.

Out of nowhere Sebastian moved his hands, gripping the sides of her waist and lifting her in the air out of pure joy he was feeling.

"Put me down!" (y/n) squealed, hands swiftly moving to his shoulders to find something to hold onto. "Seb!"

He swirled her around, feet moving around the wet sand as he gazed up at her with adoring eyes. Her (y/h/c) hair flew behind her and her cheeks from rosy, eyes shining bright. She was the most beautiful and humble woman he had ever seen or met. The closest thing to an angel on this planet, he was sure about it.

He loved her more than anything or anyone in his life, and though all he wanted is the girl to know this, he held it back, knowing that if he had control over himself now and stayed silent, later on he could say the sentence as many times as he wanted.

He just had to wait for her to be ready for it and believe that they were truly meant to be together forever.

.::the end::.

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6 Years - Hoseok x Reader - Chapter 15 - He’s Enraged

Synopsis: 6 years. That’s all it can take to take another look at someone and see that they have completely changed. You were once an eager 20-year-old, with your dreams all in view, and Jung Hoseok at your side to view them with you. However, after a break up the end of your junior year of college, everything seemed different. Now, you’re a recently divorced single mother of two, and your life is nowhere near what you thought it would be. However, after reuniting with Jung Hoseok, you may just be able to capture a little bit of that exciting youth you once knew so long ago.

Feat. BTS Members, Nayeon (TWICE), and Yuna (itzy)

Genre: Romance, SingleMother!AU, Past Relationship, Drama, Some Depictions of Violence/Domestic Abuse

Length: approx. 5.2k words

Chapter 15 - He’s Enraged

Hoseok decided to start discarding any of the trash that you had collected through your hours of snacking. He made a few trips to and from the bedroom to the kitchen garbage, carefully watching his footing to make sure that he didn’t wake you from your peaceful nap. You had only intended of sleeping for a short period of time, but you were sleeping so peacefully, and Hoseok knew he would most likely be scolded for cleaning up, that he decided to just let you sleep. When he was done, he sat on the edge of the bed, opening up one of the final bags of chips leftover, and began to munch on them as he put the TV on a low volume. Every few moments, he would turn over and look at you, making sure that any of the noises he may be making weren’t enough to stir you. When he realized that they weren’t, he would turn back to the TV and continue to watch.

It wasn’t long before he heard you stir behind him. Quickly, Hoseok turned off the volume of the TV and looked over to you. “Mmmm.” You groaned, rubbing your eyes. Your hair was a bit messy from tossing and turning, and your lips were pulled into a tight pout as you tried your best to wake up, but it seemed you didn’t really want to.

“Hey~. Did you enjoy your nap?” he asked curiously, watching as you crawled over to him. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pressing yourself up against his back as you nuzzled into his shoulder. “Awww, you’re so cuddly when you’re sleepy.” He teased, craning his neck back slightly. You nodded, a small, sleepy smile gracing your lips.

“I want some.” You said, motioning to the opened bag of chips in his hand. He chuckled a bit, lifting one out of the bag and up to your lips. You quickly ate it, and smiled a bit. “Mmm, what time is it, anyway? I didn’t think I slept that long.”

“You slept for about 2 hours.” Hoseok said. Your eyes widened.

“Why didn’t you wake me up?”

“You looked so peaceful! Besides, it lets me clean up all our garbage and watch some TV. I don’t mind.” He popped another chip into his mouth, grinning. “I have a little more time before I need to get going.”

“Okay. Anything you want to do?” You asked, looking out towards the window. It was already late in the evening, and the sun looked like it was about to set. “Want me to make some dinner?” Hoseok pushed his lips together as he thought about your offer.

“What’s on the menu?” He asked. As you tried to think of what you could make, you heard the sound of your phone vibrating. Your eyes fell towards the end table, seeing the phone shake and vibrate with every ring. You pulled back from Hoseok, who turned to face you, watching as you crawled over and grabbed the phone. Weong-Bin’s name poked up on your phone, with the word Facetime underneath.

“Oh Jesus.” You breathed out, glancing at Hoseok. He got up, motioning that he would be outside the room so that you could take the call. “Why on earth does he want to Facetime me?” you asked yourself, before forcing yourself to accept the call. While you were expecting to see your ex-husband on the screen, instead you saw both of your girls. They were sitting on a bed, the phone being held shakily by Min Ja as she tried to get both her and her sister in the frame. When they showed up on the screen, Min Ja gasped.

“It worked! Hyo Bin, it works! Hi, Mommy!” She shouted.

“Mama!” Hyo Bin gasped. You could see both of their hair was attempted to be put into braids or high ponytails, most likely but Weong-Bin, but it was so sloppily done that you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Did Daddy do your hair for bed, girls?” you asked curiously.

“Mhm!” Min Ja grinned. You heard the door to your room open, and Hoseok peeked his head in.

“Is it just the girls?” he asked curiously. When he saw you nod, he grinned and hurried over to your side, pushing himself into the frame. “Hi, girls!” He said happily.

“Mr. Hobi!” Min Ja shouted in excitement. “Are you and Mommy having another date?!” Both of you shared a glance, unable to control the smiles on your faces.

“Something like that.” You said to the girls. “Did you girls have a fun day with Daddy?”

“Yeah! He took us shopping, and tomorrow we’re going to watch movies!” Min Ja exclaimed.

“Oooo that sounds fun.” You said happily. You were glad that Min Ja’s mood seemed to have improved from the day before when she had heard you and Weong-Bin fighting. “I can’t wait to see you Monday so you can tell me all about your time with Daddy.” You said happily.

“Mama, look!” Hyo Bin held up her hand. Min Ja lifted her hand up too. It seemed that both of them had on temporary tattoos of Pororo. “Pororo! Look!”

“I see.” You said, despite the slight lag that mad the girls freeze and unfreeze for a few moments at a time. “So cool. Do I get one?”

“Noooo.” Min Ja giggled. “But Mr. Hobi gets one!” You gasped as a huge grin formed on Hoseok’s face.

“Yes!” He said, giving a thumbs up to the camera as the girls began to giggle at how happy he was. “We can all match.”

“I’m hurt.” You said, pretending to cry into your hands. It only made the girls laugh harder, knowing that you were only teasing because you pulled that card so often. As you continued to talk to the girls about their time shopping, you heard the door in the girl’s bedroom open.

“Alright girls, give Daddy back his phone. It’s almost time for dinner.” You heard Weong-Bin speaking to the girls off-screen, and they both looked over at him. You felt your heart begin to race as you heard his voice, which right now was soothing and peaceful as he spoke to his girls. It immediately made you think back to when he was grabbing at your face, screaming at you and demeaning you exactly 24 hours prior to this. However, you tried to keep yourself from overreacting. He most likely wouldn’t even be on screen, or at least, you would hang up before he could.

“Okay, well I’m gonna go cook dinner too, okay? I’ll call you girls before bedtime.” You said to the girls, watching as they turned right back to the screen to look at you. “I love you, girls!”

“Okay! Bye, Mommy!” Min Ja said, waving. “I love you too!”

“Bye, Mama! Bye, Mr. Hobi!” She waved eagerly. In that moment, you felt as if you were going to die. You glanced at Hoseok, who looked just as taken aback as you. Despite what he said about your relationship and Weong-Bin, it was obvious neither of you planned to tell Weong-Bin about your relationship just yet. You mentally cursed yourself for raising a polite child.

“Bye, Min Ja. Bye, Hyo Bin.” He said.

“Min Ja, give Daddy the phone.” You heard Weong-Bin say off-screen. You let out a shaky breath. He sounded sterner than he did before, but not angry. “Can you go take your sister to the dining room, and I’ll be right in?” he asked. As the sound of scampering feet exited the bedroom, you finally saw Weong-Bin put his face on the screen. “…..Hello.” He said, smiling a bit.

“What do you want, Weong-Bin?” You asked curiously.

“Nothing. I just thought I would say my hellos before we go.” He said simply. He looked at Hoseok, who was still in the frame. “How are you doing, Hoseok?”

“Fine, and you?” Hoseok asked simply.

“I’m doing great.” You could see Weong-Bin smile, but there was anger in his eyes. “Well, I’d love to stay on and talk to you two….but the girls are hungry.” You nodded.

“I’ll be calling the girls before bedtime.” You said simply. Weong-Bin only replied with a nod. “Bye.” Almost immediately, you ended the call with a shaky hand. “…I didn’t want him to know yet.” You said simply. “I know he knows; I could see it in his eyes. Oh, God.” You covered your mouth with your hand as you tried to think of what to do. Hoseok checked the clock, before standing up and turning to face you. He could see how nervous this made you, and he reached out to take your hands.

“Come on.” He said. “Let’s make some dinner before I head out for the night.” He said gently. You nodded, standing up, both your hands still in his as he led you into the kitchen.

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“Min Ja.” Weong-Bin said to his daughter as they sat around the table eating. Min Ja looked up at her dad after swallowing her bite of food. “Does Hoseok come over and spend time with Mommy all the time?” Min Ja raised an eyebrow at the question. She was so used to calling Hoseok “Mr. Hobi” that she had yet to learn another thing to call him by. “…Mr. Hobi, honey? Don’t tell me your mother calls him that too.”

“No, but I do.” Min Ja said.

“Anyway, is he always over?”

“Mhm. He took us on that trip to the zoo!”

“Yeah, I know that.” Weong-Bin smiled a bit.

“And sometimes he comes over for dinner, and he plays with Hyo Bin and me, and we watch Pororo and sing songs and color. It’s lots and lots of fun!”

“That sounds great.” Weong-Bin said. “What else?”

“He helps me with my dancing too.”

“Does he ever spend time with just Mommy?”

“Uhm, I don’t know.” Min Ja said. “Sometimes they talk, or they watch TV with us. Mr. Hobi reads up bedtime stories, too.” Weong-Bin pursed his lips, nodding as he listened to Min Ja share more stories of experiences, she had with Hoseok, from dance class, to dinners, to bedtime, it was obvious the girls were fond of him. Hyo Bin conveyed this as well, telling her dad about the alpaca from the zoo as best as she could. While Weong-Bin loved seeing his daughters were happy, it angered him that this happiness was found with Hoseok.

Later that night, Weong-Bin put his girls to bed, reading them their story and kissing them goodnight as he watched their eyes close and their bodies melt into their comfy blankets. As he closed the lights and exited the room, he finally let out a deep breath. As he headed into his bedroom, the thought about all the times that Min Ja said Hoseok had come over. He’s over there right now, so I’m sure he’s been there alone many times before. He thought to himself as he quietly got himself ready for bed. The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. He was trying to keep his cool, but it wasn’t working. He ended up going onto his balcony to smoke a cigarette and began thinking of the best possible way to work around this little obstacle he has come across in terms of you.

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It had been a few days since Hoseok was at your house that night, and ever since, he felt as if he was on cloud nine. When the girls came home from their fathers, you had told him that it was awkward, but he didn’t come in or say much of anything to you. He kissed the girl’s goodbye and left without much else. It had made you glad he didn’t start anything, but also nervous about exactly why he didn’t bring anything else up. Hoseok felt the same way when he heard about the encounter. However, he had no intention of letting Weong-Bin damper his mood. He was thrilled that the two of you had officiated your relationship, and when he told Namjoon and Yoongi, they said that they were glad they could help forge a new relationship by allowing him to leave the bar that night. Hoseok laughed at Yoongi’s joke, but he really was grateful that they had no issue with him leave when you had called.

Now, it was Tuesday afternoon. You had called him on the train ride to work after getting the girls to daycare, and Hoseok exclaimed his excitement to see you tonight when you brought the girls in that afternoon. For the time being, however, he was glad he could kill time by working. He had helped Jimin plan out a few upcoming schedules, and the duo even looked into competitions. Now that the studio was gaining more attention from the recital and the heavy presence Jimin was beginning on social media, they were excited to start getting the name out there even more. However, that meant that at practice, all dancers needed to work harder.

“I’ll have Jin-Young make some phone calls and look into some of these competitions.” Jimin said as he finished writing down all the necessary information that the secretary would need in order to make these calls.

“Sounds good.” Hoseok said, looking up at the clock. His first group of lessons for the day was coming by soon, and he needed to get ready. “Anything else you need from me?” he asked curiously. Jimin scanned the paperwork and looked back up.

“I think we’re good. I need to get ready for the afternoon classes, myself.” He said, standing up. He and Hoseok gave each other a ‘good luck today’ high-five and headed to their own dance studios to prepare for their lessons.

Hoseok had gained another hip hop class – which one of his students eagerly named “Hip-Hope Classes” due to Hoseok’s positive and enthusiastic teaching – and had even begun to teach a few private and smaller lessons. It was about 3 when his first small class came in, a group of students who had just started college and were in a dance group together. They had claimed to see clips of Hoseok’s work online and were fascinated with his skills, begging him to teach them too! He was flattered, and it didn’t take long for Hoseok to see the passion these boys had and take them under his proverbial wing.

“Mr. Hoseok!” One of the boys, an 18-year-old boy named Hae Sang-Chol, shouted in excitement. He was the leader of the pack of five boys, a rambunctious and hyperactive boy who was always ready to practice. He practically flew into the room, alerting Hoseok of their arrival with his loud and demanding voice. He was brought by to reality by Ji-Tae, another 18-year-old who stopped him and forced him to politely bow in respect to their teacher. Hoseok couldn’t help but enjoy the presence of these boys.

“Hello!” He said happily. “I hope the classes went well today.”

“They went great, thank you.” Ji-Tae said, smiling. As the other boys said their hellos and the group spent about 5 minutes chatting about what had happened the past week, Hoseok clapped his hands.

“Alright! This dance isn’t going to learn itself! You all have been practicing, right?”

“Of course!” Sang-Chol stated eagerly.

“Then show me.” Hoseok turned on the music as the boys got into place. “Okay, ready, 1…2…3…” Hoseok crossed his arms as he sat back to watch the boys practice their dance. They had a dance competition through their college coming up and they really wanted to win, as most of their classmates did not see any potential in their skills. These five boys were a pretty new dance group together, started by Ji-Tae and Sang-Chol during their high school years and expanding with their other three members by the time they entered college. Hoseok seemed to have a lot of faith in these boys, more than their classmates did, hence why the boys were so fond of him in the few weeks they had known each other.

After the boys did a dry run of the dance, Hoseok was ready to teach them what they needed to fix, what they could improve, and how they could tighten their movements. Then, they would try again. And again. And again, until they got it right. The boys were worked to the bone by Hoseok, though he kept it fun and educating, they wouldn’t have it any other way.

While Hoseok was busy working with these boys, and their time was coming to a close, the door to the dance studio opened. Jin-Young, the twenty-six-year-old secretary was just hanging up the phone with a possible competition lined up for the dance studio’s contemporary dance division. When she heard the door open, she looked up to see a handsome man, dressed in a suit and tie, carrying a briefcase, and pushing his hair back with his hand. It piqued her interest, and she smiled as he walked to the counter.

“What can I help you with, Sir?” she asked curiously. The man smiled, leaning forward to look at the girl. A charming grin formed across his face.

“What’s your name, dear?” he asked curiously.

“Baek Jin-Young.” She said happily. “What about you?”

“Cho Weong-Bin.” He said simply, offering a hand to her, which she happily accepted. The duo shook hands, and Jin-Young’s eyes sparkled.

“Oh! You’re Min Ja’s father!” She said. “I remember seeing you at the dance recital. Aw, your girls are so adorable.” Weong-Bin smiled a bit.

“Well thank you.” He said. “Now, I need you to do me a favor, Miss. Jin-Young.” He said. The woman nodded curiously. “Is Jung Hoseok available?”

“He’s actually in a private lesson right now. I can call him if you need me too.” Weong-Bin shook his head.

“No need. This will only take a moment. He’s in a private lesson, you said?” When Jin-Young nodded, he chuckled. “I’m a huge fan of his dancing. Would I be able to go take a peek and ask him a quick question?” Jin-Young seemed a bit hesitant, and Weong-Bin immediately sensed this. “It’s alright if you can’t, it’s just urgent.”

“….You promise you’ll only be a minute?” she asked curiously.

“Thirty-seconds, even.” Weong-Bin grinned. Jin-Young sighed, offering him a smile.

“Alright, his studio is straight down the hall, the last door on your right. His lesson should be over soon, you may be able to get more than just thirty seconds.” Weong-Bin took Jin-Youngs hand, smiling happily.

“You’re so helpful, thank you.” He said, waving her off. Jin-Young watched him head down the hallway, sighing in bliss.

“God, he’s so handsome…” she mumbled to herself, sitting back in her chair before she ended up returning to her list of phone calls.

Weong-Bin headed down the hallway, the sound of different genres of music coming and going as he passed each room. Tap music could be heard, jazz, ballet and contemporary. Weong-Bin’s eyes scanned the ballet room, where he saw a quick glimpse of Jimin. He was instructing what looked like older women and men in their ballet moves. He passed by the door quickly, and finally found it, the last door on the right. Glancing in, he saw Hoseok standing with five boys, all of whom were sprawled out around the room, gasping for air as Hoseok walked around. Weong-Bin couldn’t hear what was being said, but it was obvious Hoseok was instructing them on something. He quickly knocked on the door, altering the attention of the six boys in the room.

“Come in.” Hoseok called quickly, and Weong-Bin unlocked the door. He stepped in, and he immediately saw Hoseok’s eyes widen a bit in surprise. Weong-Bin knew this was the last person he expected to see, and that was exactly what he wanted.

“Jung Hoseok.” He said, still offering a warm smile behind venomous words. “Am I interrupting?” Hoseok looked around at the boys, who were confused as to what was going on. They could most likely sense the tension that filled the air when he walked in.

“No.” Hoseok said after a moment of hesitation. “Is everything alright?” He walked over to the door. “If you’re looking for the girls, the last I heard from them was-.”

“I’m not.” Weong-Bin said quickly. “I’m looking for you. Can we talk outside?” Hoseok sighed, looking over his shoulder at the five boys who were standing up to their feet, getting ready to rehearse again.

“Everything okay, Mr. Hoseok?” Ji-Tae asked.

“Oh yeah.” He smiled. “Just restart the music and run the dance again. I’ll be right back in.” He turned back to Weong-Bin and the two of them went into the hallway. Hoseok closed the door, resting against it as he heard the music in the room start. “What do you need, Weong-Bin?” he asked.

“I’m not going to beat around the bush.” Weong-Bin said simply, setting his briefcase onto the floor. “I know you two ended things on decent terms in college, and now you’re both happy to see each other again, but I’m done playing games with both you and her. I want you to stop seeing my wife.” Hoseok blinked, a bit taken aback by the statement.

“…..No?” he asked curiously. “She isn’t even your wife anymore. In case you forgot, she divorced you.” Weong-Bin frowned.

“I’m trying to make amends with her and become a family for my girls, and you’re just being selfish by worming your way back into her life.” It took Hoseok a minute to process what Weong-Bin said because it didn’t sound right.

“…..That was…horribly backward.” Hoseok said simply. “I’m not having this conversation at my job. In fact, I don’t intend to have it ever, because I don’t intend to end the relationship.” Hoseok said simply. Hoseok looked at Weong-Bin, who was a few inches taller than him, but he looked very angry. Hoseok was slightly intimidated, but he tried his best not to show it. “I saw the bruises you left on her face, and you think I’m just going to step back and let you keep controlling her? I’m not doing it.” Weong-Bin glared at Hoseok, not thinking that this would be how it all went down.

“Listen you little prick-.” Weong-Bin said under his breath. “It’s not just her. I don’t want you hanging around my girls, either.”

“Why?” Hoseok asked. “Are you seriously telling me you’re jealous that they have good things to say about someone who makes their mother happy? And you called me the selfish one? Okay.” Hoseok sighed. “Weong-Bin, I’m ending this. Please leave.” Hoseok turned around and went to open the door, but Weong-Bin easily stopped him by grabbing a hold of his shirt. A frustrated groan left Hoseok’s lips. He just wanted to finish this lesson!

“I’m not done talking to you.” Weong-Bin said.

“Well, I’m done listening. I’m not ending my relationship because it’s what you want. What you two had is over.”

“What you two had is over too, you know. She left you long before she left me.”

“And I wonder why that is.” Hoseok said, turning back to face him. “If you hadn’t filled her head with all that stuff about long-distance relationships in order to get what you wanted, she never would have ended anything, and you know it. Honestly, you should’ve taken your own advice and watched the relationship “crash and burn” or whatever, over long distance if you have so many negative things to say about it. But you knew it wasn’t going to happen so you had to control her thoughts, like you always do, in order to get what you wanted. She’s not going to let you control her anymore, and that’s the end of it. Not so long as I’m around.” Hoseok took a deep breath. He could see how furious Weong-Bin was getting with every word Hoseok said. “I’ll say it again, please leave-.”

“What are you going to do if I don’t? Hit me? Do it, I dare you.” Hoseok rolled his eyes.

This is getting ridiculous. Why am I still even having this conversation right now? Hoseok thought to himself. Before Hoseok could say anything, the door behind him opened and the boys were seen standing nearby. Sang-Chol looked furious, and the other boys were trying to keep him back.

“Hey! Are you giving Mr. Hoseok a hard time?!” Sang-Chol asked angrily. “Leave him alone!”

“Sang-Chol, knock it off. You’re going to get into trouble!” Ji-Tae said.

“I don’t care, this guy interrupts our lesson to treat him this way? Not on my watch!” Hoseok sighed.

“Sang-Chol, get a drink and relax, please.” Hoseok said sternly. “Go finish practicing, and stop eavesdropping.” He quickly closed the door again, hearing muffled voices of Ji-Tae and the others scolding Sang-Chol for his behavior. “But I agree with him you need to leave, Weong-Bin. This conversation is not going to end how you want it to.”

“Doesn’t look like you’re doing much to stop me.” Weong-Bin said simply.

As if on cue, the door slightly down the hall opened, and the ballet class was letting out. Jimin's’ class of dancers exited, carrying bags as they all laughed and talked amongst themselves. Jimin followed behind them, waving goodbye and giving a few extra pointers of one girl as she left with her friends. Once they were gone, his eyes fell on Weong-Bin and Hoseok, and he looked just as shocked at Hoseok did.

“What are you doing here?” he asked.

“Your secretary said I could come to speak to Hoseok.” Weong-Bin said. Jimin looked at Hoseok, wondering what he would add to clear this up.

“And Weong-Bin was just leaving.” He hissed.

“Like hell, I am! I’m not taking orders from you, you bastard!” Weong-Bin snapped. He got close to Hoseok’s face but didn’t touch him. “I’ll make my demands clear again. Stop. Seeing. My. Wife!”

“She’s not your-.” Hoseok let out a frustrated groan. “-She’s not your wife, are you dense? No wonder she gets so stressed out talking to you!” Weong-Bin looked furious like he was waiting for the right moment to really strike and get Hoseok good. Jimin, not wanting a fight to break out, took a deep breath.

“Weong-Bin you need to leave before I call security and you’re banned from the studio and all of its future events.” He said simply. Weong-Bin glanced over. “You’re a smart man, I know it’ll kill Min Ja if you can’t come to anything she participates in here. Do you want that?” Weong-Bin stood upright again, grabbing his briefcase.

“Don’t threaten me, kid.” He hissed angrily. He glared at Hoseok one more time, who crossed his arms and rested against the wall. “Don’t think I’m giving up. You make me sick.” Hoseok didn’t say anything and just watched as Weong-Bin prepared to leave. “Tell your secretary not to let people in the back anymore if you’re going to lose your minds over it.” He snapped, before heading out of the building. Jimin let out a deep sigh, waiting for the sound of the front door to close before he approached Hoseok.

“Are you alright!?” He asked. “Tell me he hit you and I’ll call the cops.” Hoseok shook his head.

“Nah, he didn’t. He’s not that stupid…I don’t think.” He scoffed. “He’s just a delusional control freak. I’m not worried about him.”

“He looked like he was about to hit you, though.” Hoseok nodded, running a hand through his hair. It was during that motion that Jimin saw how badly Hoseok was shaking, and how pale his face had become. He most likely was bracing himself for a hit, his adrenaline running high as he remained stagnant as if his body had yet to determine if it should be in fight or flight mode. Now that the situation ended, the adrenaline that had gone unused was coming out in tremendous amounts of shaking. “Hyung if you want, you can go home. We can cancel your-.”

“Nah.” Hoseok smiled a bit at him. “I’ll take a walk after I finish this; I’ll be okay. I promised Min Ja I would stop in and see the new stuff she’s learning.” Jimin frowned a bit and Hoseok patted his shoulder. “I promise, I’ll be okay~.” He quickly headed back into the practice room, where he still saw the boys up against the door trying to hear what they could through the door. He chuckled a bit. “I lecture one of you for eavesdropping and I return to all five of you eavesdropping?” he asked playfully as he walked in.

“Is everything alright?” Ji-Tae asked, watched Hoseok walk over to his stuff. He grabbed some water and took a long swig of it before turning to them. He offered them a kind smile.

“Nothing I couldn’t handle.” He said. The boys saw Hoseok’s water bottle shaking a little bit. Though it wasn’t as intense as when Jimin saw it, it was still somewhat noticeable. “We have about 10 minutes, so is there anything specific you want to work on?” he asked curiously.

In the last ten minutes of the lesson, they worked as hard as they could tightening movements and running the whole thing again. The boys saw Hoseok was a bit off after that confrontation from Weong-Bin, but they didn’t try to bring it up anymore, because Hoseok kept brushing them off and saying it was nothing to worry about. They knew it was true, and they shouldn’t be meddlesome, but seeing Hoseok like this was something they weren’t used to.

“Alright.” Hoseok said as the timer went off, signaling the end of the lesson. “Let’s get a drink and call it a day. You guys did great.” He watched the boys gather up their belongings. “We just need to tighten up some of your moves, Yo-Hwa, and we need to be faster during that middle dance break. Practice and you guys will be ready for that dance competition of yours.”

“Thanks, Mr. Hoseok.” Ji-Tae smiled as he and his friends gathered their stuff. Hoseok watched them say their goodbyes and head out. Sang-Chol approached him, fixing his beanie as he looked at his teacher.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked. Hoseok sighed.

“Sang-Chol-.”

“I know it’s not my business and we haven’t been your students to long but that guy seemed like bad news. And from what I could hear, it sounded like he was going to beat you up! I don’t know why, and you don’t have to tell me, but I just hope you’re okay.” Hoseok chuckled a bit, patting Sang-Chol on the shoulder.

“Everything is fine. I promise. Thank you for worrying about little old me, but I have it all handled. Just focus on your dance and practicing, I want to see improvement next week.” Sang-Chol nodded, bowing his head before he left behind his friends. Hoseok walked over, closing the door behind him and locking it. He walked to the middle of the dance floor and sat down; his legs crossed as he stared at himself in the mirror. He let out a frustrated groan, before falling onto his back and sprawling his limbs out.

He loved you so much, why did he have to do through all of this bullshit to prove it?!

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darthlorddiamond · 5 years ago

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Part of

This is the epilogue of the Black Diamond story, if you want to read the previous episode you can check my Masterlist.

Summary: Be a part of the First Order was certainly not what Black Diamond thought it would be and, after a time of isolation at Starkiller Base, she decided that it was time to take things in charge.

Words: 3,735

Reading Time: 15 min

Category: Bio

Warnings: None

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Part of

The reception I had upon arrival at Starkiller Base was the opposite of warm. Not that I was expecting fanfare upon entry, much less a presentation parade, but after all the trouble Hux and Phasma went through to find me, at least I thought I would be presented to the other generals and high ranks of the Order. I traveled light, my luggage consisted of my collection of sabers, the hurdy-gurdy and a suitcase with my best suits, I assumed that being at my destination I would be provided with the other items for my basic needs, I shouldn´t have made such an assumption.

Immediately, upon my arrival, I was directed to my quarters, which were much more modest to the luxury I was already accustomed to having; It was a medium-sized room, with a small living-dining room, a rather small kitchen, a single bed in the back and an extremely small bathroom, with no windows. I didn´t miss the opportunity to demonstrate my discontent to Hux, letting him know that if, he was going to have me on that cold planet, which already seemed extremely annoying to me because of its resemblance to Hoth, the least he could do its make me feel at home.

My comment caused him to thunder his mouth and mutter under his breath, however, my posture was stronger, for no reason was I going to live in that place, fact that I showed him crossing my arms without putting a foot inside. After a few minutes of constant complaints from him, he had no choice but to agree to my whims, requesting a new location for my quarters, close to his, and a list of all the items I wanted, it was indisputable that, although the idea of giving me special treatment was not much to his liking, but he knew perfectly well that I wasn´t going to access to his types of treatments, since at any moment I could grab a ship and leave them behind because they had no power over me.

My first week I spent it walking around the entire base, locating where the areas of my interest were, likewise, I took the opportunity to explore the outside of it, once again entering the forest and the snow. It had been a long time since I had had such direct contact with the cold in that way, and, what in my youth I found extremely aberrant by the memory of betrayal, now I found it extremely pleasant. I restarted my meditations inside the forest, trying to reconnect with those things that I tried to avoid and forget in my youth; By this point I had already understood that, if this was the path I was going to take, I would gain nothing by blocking and ignoring all the pain I felt in Hoth, on the contrary, I had to find a way to elevate it and integrate it in to myself as a functional part of the person I was now.

During my tours I managed to perfectly locate where the Command Bridge, the Hux office, the training room, the dining room, and the Med Bay were; outside these places, the other spaces weren´t of my interest. Until then, almost all my communication was with Hux, who wasn´t in the least pleased to have to be my liaison with his superiors, and to be honest, I quite enjoyed complicating things, forcing him to look for me all over the place.

Our communication was quite unstable, depending on the mood in which we woke up was the type of words we vocalized, I wasn´t going to deny that, just by sharing the same workspace, I liked the man, on the contrary, I never lost an opportunity to point out that his presence seemed unpleasant to me, a fact that he returned, making an endless circle by trying to demonstrate who of the two imposed greater authority. Until that moment I didn´t know who the Supreme Leader was, nor had I been introduced to the other members of the Command Bridge and not to mention the precious son of Leia, in that place, at that time, we were simply Hux and I, ironic.

Within a month of arriving, I made the training room my second home; I spent most of the day there, which Hux liked quite a lot since it was much easier for him to find me. I soon learned that this space had very defined schedules. In the early hours of the morning, the largest and most common room was used by the troops, while the private rooms were reserved by someone whom I didn´t know; In the middle of the morning, lieutenants and captains came, from mid-day until afternoon, occasionally Phasma come with a group of soldiers to train them in combat, and at night, eventually, the high command made use of the facilities. For me, the training room was a very curious parade of people, whom I could observe all day to get to know more of them without the need to speak a single word to them.

I must admit that, at first, I was spending my time within the hours that I knew Phasma would be present, just to make her uncomfortable with my presence; During these hours I took the opportunity to do a few exercises while observing how she did her work, and I must admit that I was quite surprised at what I saw, without a doubt her combat style had improved a lot and all her troops showed her impressive respect; I may have been a little jealous at first to see her that way, but leaving my pride aside, I was quite amusing, to put it in some way, to see the person she had become, yet that I didn´t leave aside the resentment that I still felt towards her person and that, I was very sure, would never leave.

One afternoon, I was in the training room doing a few exercises with one of my sabers, the room was empty, it was one of those few occasions when everyone was doing some other important activity, of which I was unaware and they didn´t take up their time to train.

Finishing my routine, I walked to a bench where I sat down to rest for a moment, took a drink from my water bottle and grabbed one of the towels I was carrying to wipe the sweat off my forehead when someone approached me "I've been thinking for days on you…” I looked up to find Phasma standing in front of me, I didn´t quite understand what she wanted or how she dared to approach me, so I decided to ignore her and I continued to wipe my face "I understand perfectly that you aren´t in the least interested in what I have to say..." in fact, I didn´t care about what she had to say and I was beginning to irritate by her mere presence "What do you want? Stop wasting my time and speak clearly" was the only thing I said to her as I took my bottle again to take another sip, I could see how she hesitated to continue speaking, her whole body showed hesitant signs "I´m not coming to apologize for anything, as you said I did what I had to do to get to where I´m now..." I rested my elbows on my knees while my gaze remained fixed on her, who wore her chrome armor and held her helmet under one of her arms "You still don't like me at all and I still don't understand how you got to where you´re..." I gave a small mocking laugh that made her purse her mouth a little "I been watching your way of training while we were here..." I began to thunder the bones of my hands and her eyes strayed to observe it, adopting a defensive posture, I suppose she thought that at any moment I would come on top of her, however, seeing that I remained in my place, she continued with his speech "I must admit, it's pretty impressive...".

She swallowed so deeply that a hollow sound came from her throat, she must have had a hard time admitting something like that, she certainly had to put her pride aside enough to introduce herself to me and speak me like that, a fact that I was enjoying too much and, although I too saw in her a breakthrough, I would never tell her "Do you think that with your non-apology and your flattery you´ll ingratiate yourself with me?" Phasma fixed her eyes on mine again with notorious annoyance "Not at all, I still feel a deep disgust and hate to your person" another small laugh and a smile were painted on my lips "The feeling is mutual" she just remained standing quietly for a few more seconds, maybe her pride was coming back and it would no longer allow her to finish speaking, so I decided to dig a little more into that temporary sore to see if I could discover something else “I don't understand the purpose of coming here to tell me this, what are you waiting for?” she shook her head a little and ran one of her hands to wipe off some of the sweat that was forming on her forehead "Maybe I didn't think very well about going here..." I raised one of my eyebrows, she, unsure of something that she was doing? "What do you want Phasma?" I put the most serious and annoyed expression I could "I thought, maybe, I could find another ally in you, apart from Hux..." now it was not a small laugh, it was a huge laugh that I let out while my back was completely arched, throwing my body back for an instant before returning to a straight posture and fixing my eyes on hers again with a highly inquisitive look "Ally me, with you? With the person who murdered the man, I was going to marry? You didn´t think about it well…” that must have been the drop that spilled her glass, because she held her helmet tightly, turned around and started walking towards the exit with a firm step, but before she reached the door I interrupted her way "But yes, I would like someone who knows how this place works, and who can articulate more than three words, unlike Hux".

Immediately she turned to see me while a mischievous smile was painted on my lips "Just to clarify, we still hate each other, correct?" she pointed at me with one of her fingers “Of course Captain” it was the first time since all this began, that I had seen her smile, I couldn't let her go out with that petulant victory spirit, so I stopped and started walking to her while she put on her helmet, preparing to leave "Captain, one more thing..." I began to rub her armor with one of my hands, while looking at my reflection in it "If I discover that all this little game of the ally has another background, well…” I fixed my eyes on the visor of her helmet and gave her the best of my smiles “I hope you likes music” and taking a few steps back, without turning her back on me, she resumed her way and left the room.

After my little reunion with Phasma, I received a datapad in my room, which helped me a lot to liven up my days, and to inquire information about the Order, it was evident that she had been in charge of sending me this present. Also, I intensify my little walks around the base, taking advantage of the new information I had, covering new areas that I didn´t know. In this new scoutings, I began to encounter a group of men who had some relationship with the Force. Most of our encounters were light glances in the hallways, nothing ever went beyond that. Since, at that time, I was still blocking part of my abilities, they never paid me too much attention, surely for them I was only an officer or something similar, although I could see that sometimes I caused them discomfort or curiosity, because my clothing was radically opposed to dress code of the other members or soldiers. It seemed quite striking to me that this whole group always dressed in black with helmets covering their identity and none of them emitted any word, without a doubt they were some kind of elite group, which reminded me of my men in Harloff Minor.

Laughingly, sometimes, in my head I found the presence of that gang comical and, in my mind, I formed the idea that the Supreme Leader perhaps liked to collect Force users, as a kind of bizarre and personal zoo, about which he could exert absolute strength and power to demonstrate his superiority, surely trying to hide some kind of complex, but although that thought entertained me a lot, I knew that, within that group of men, there was surely Ben, so I began to track them down at the distance to make our meetings, I don't know, part of this futile effort was due to my immense boredom and another part was due to the need to locate him, to know who he was, to be able to approach him, which, at that time, turned out to be completely useless.

I chose to stop wasting my energy trying to find someone I didn't even know who he was, I supposed, he would eventually introduce himself to me, so I went back to my meditations, which were deepening, it was evident that being surrounded by others Force-users had awakened in me some kind of connection or bond that potentiated all my actions. In the beginning, I didn´t know very well how it was happening or the consequences that this could bring, so I decided to handle this situation as cautiously as possible. Little by little, I was able to identify that the source that intertwined with me at night, during my meditations, came from a single person and not from a group as I originally thought, however, I didn´t know very well who it could be, and although this made me feel somewhat frustrated, at the same time I could feel relief: if I didn´t know whose energy was brushing against mine, it was very likely that the other person couldn´t identify my presence, so at that moment I felt comfortable and safe using this bond as a potentiator of my energy, curious to see where this type of exercise could take me.

After a month more without activity or contact with other people, I got tired of waiting that someone introduce me properly, I had reached the limit of my patience and my discomfort was starting to grow every day, I needed to start doing something more than fooling around in the training room or hanging around the halls, so I decided to break into the Command Bridge to introduce myself. I dressed in one of my best suits, leather pants with a long raincoat open to my hip and with a small corset at my waist, a belt where I attached one of my sabers and long knee boots with silver details, I refined my makeup, something simple, red lips and a black outline; once ready, I left my room and walked to my destination.

Everyone was busy in their work, there was enough activity on the Command Bridge, I took a quick look around me to see who was there, I was extremely excited, without a doubt my actions were going to cause a scandal among all those present and there would be no way for them to continue to ignore me after this, so I positioned myself in the center of the room and cleared my throat, causing a few people to turn to see me "Good afternoon gentlemen..." this was going to be so much fun "My name is Black Diamond and I´m...", suddenly a hand grabbed my arm tightly and I turned to see who was.

By the gods! Hux's face was priceless! He was completely red and I could see how some veins were formed in his hundreds “What are you thinking about? Are you crazy?” he pressed his face to mine to such a degree that I could feel the heat that his words emanated through his mouth "No, I'm just bored" I rolled my eyes, the pressure his hand exerted on my arm was getting stronger, he was extremely angry and quickly started pulling me across the Command Bridge, at no time did he stop holding my arm "Hux!" I raised my voice as I tried to wriggle out of his hold, which lasted until we reached his office. The door opened and he pushed me inside.

How did he dare to treat me like that? I was beginning to get quite annoyed by the way he was behaving, once both inside and with the door closed, he approached me, his body was only inches from mine, he radiated fury, he was uncontrolled, undoubtedly my actions were going to bring him consequences and momentarily my anger low to give way to a pleasant feeling of success. Maybe things didn't go as I thought, but seeing him that way, on the verge of losing his temper, made me quite happy. “Bored? Don't you know what you just did?" here comes one of his litanies about order and discipline "Honestly, I don't care" I replied as I crossed my arms and took a breath, demonstrating the nuisance he caused by his supposed punishment.

Hux separated from me and walked to his desk, where he took a seat. A few minutes of silence passed, so I take the time to snoop around his office, everything was impeccable and extremely ordered, I stopped at one of his bookshelves to see what he had, I was quite surprised to see that the General was also a lover of literature.

As I took out some books to see their titles, I could feel his gaze staring at me again, apparently he was curious about the way his shelves captured my attention. “What do you want? Is it not more than enough that I already fulfilled all your whims?” still holding one of the books I took, I went to one of the seats that were in front his desk and without taking my attention from its pages, I replied "No, as I already told you, I´m bored" Hux brought one of his hands to his face, where he rubbed the bridge of his nose "And what am I supposed to do?" I looked at him askance, still with the book in my hands "Starting, I would like to meet the rest of the High Command..." his eyes widened "And after that, I would love to have something to do... Hmm... What's its call? Oh yeah! A job" I closed the book in unison with his scream "No!" I stood up from my place and walked to his desk where I left the book "Then I don't know what I'm doing here..." I leaned over his desk so that our noses were inches away, staring into his eyes, causing him discomfort, I could see how a few drops of sweat ran down his forehead "Obviously I don't have any kind of role here..." I brought one of my hands to his chin and ran one of my fingers over the line of his jaw as he swallowed and started to blush "Then, you don't need my presence..." I separated from him to sit on his desk.

I could see how his eyes again traveled the curves of my body, I smiled slightly, I had his full attention so I followed the game a little more, with one of my hands I stroked gently, smoothing, the surface of his desk with my fingers, Hux only brought one of his hands to the knot in his tie "I think I'll go back to Harloff Minor" I whispered as I turned to playfully look at him "No!" all the color disappeared from his face in an instant and he started to babble.

I took advantage of the fact that he was debating between maintaining a serious posture while his eyes were still fixed on my body, so I slowly unbuttoned a few buttons on the top of my blouse, pretending that I had some heat "Alright..." he threw his whole body on the back of his chair while closing his eyes and holding his nose again "But you will work under my charge. I will give you a team to train, just like your men" I got up from the desk in an I jump from to see him head-on “Perfect! You see? It wasn't that difficult. When do we start, boss?” I giggled along with my last word "Tomorrow. I´ll reserve one of the training rooms..." he kept trying to regain his composure while I adjusted my raincoat "It will be not necessary, we will train in the forest..." he turned to look at me in confusion "Tomorrow, 0600 hrs in the meadow at the north exit, make sure them be punctual, I don't like to waste my time” I had achieved what I wanted so I didn't have anything else to do in his office, so I turned around and went to the door “One more thing…” he got up from his place and surrounded his desk, where he supported his hip in the same place where I had sat, I looked at him raising one of my eyebrows, I was waiting to know his conditions "You´ll report all your activities and results exclusively to me, is this it clear?” I nodded and left his office with a feeling of victory and excitement, I had accomplished my mission and incidentally had made the General quite uncomfortable.

It may not be the best of jobs or the best of assignments, but at last, I had something to do: a whole troop under my charge and it was the perfect opportunity to demonstrate all of them my skills.

Finally, after 2 months of arriving at this place, it could be said that I was part of the First Order.

Note: I would like to especially thank @kyloren-theprince, @thetorturerwrites & @kylorengarbagedump who took time to read this first part of my saga and sent me observations with all the patience in the world.

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thanksraph-yourealifesaver · 6 years ago

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Life Saver (Raphael x Reader)

Chapter 2: I’ve Seen that Movie Too

Rating: Teen

Warnings: swearing and alcohol

Word Count: 1,465

Summary: Pizza counts as an emergency, right?

A/N: A huge thank you for the positive feedback from the first chapter! I’m so excited to keep this story going. A quick note on ages, I aged the boys up a year from the 2014/16 movies so they were born in ‘98 instead of ‘99. Please keep sending in feedback:)

I stared blankly at my DVD collection for a good 15 minutes before settling on Pacific Rim. I really didn’t feel like watching anything I had to think during. I popped the disc in to let the previews play while I ordered a pizza.

I still had a while for the pizza, so I flopped back on the couch to watch the beginning of the movie. As I was about to press play, my eyes drifted to where I’d dropped my phone beside me.

I took a deep breath and pushed aside my better judgement. Then, I picked up my phone and opened my contacts. Lonely on a Friday night is an emergency, right? I wasn’t gonna tell him that, though.

Does too much pizza count as an emergency?

It was taking him a while to respond, and it made me anxious.

probably not considering theres no such thing

What if it comes with a side of Pacific Rim?

15 min

Raph showed up not long after the pizza did, climbing through the window I’d left open for him.

“So, do you not have any other friends or somethin’?” he asked looking down at me from across the table.

I mimicked his crossed arms and narrowed my eyes. “Excuse you, I do have one,” I insisted, “she just has date night tonight.”

Raph’s eyes widened, and he smirked. “So that’s why you wanted me here,” he teased.

I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks, and I hoped they weren’t too red. “Well, no, I just—”

“Relax,” he laughed, “just screwing with you.” He touched his hands to his chest. “I’m just here for the melted cheese and giant robots.”

I masked my sigh of relief with a smile. “Don’t forget the giant aliens.” I nodded towards the couch. “Make yourself at home. I’ll grab pizza.”

“Sure as hell nicer than mine,” he commented settling into one of the cushions.

I climbed over the back of the couch and handed Raph his plate. “Don’t tell me you live in that sewer I found you in,” I joked as I tucked my legs underneath me. My knee brushed up against his leg, but that was pretty much inevitable on my tiny couch.

“I do, actually,” he chuckled at my dumbfounded expression. “It’s not that bad if you don’t mind the smell.”

“It’s a fucking sewer.”

Raph laughed again. “Yeah but we got our own little section blocked off, rooms made up,” he was clearly getting a kick out of my facial expressions, “we call it the lair.”

I shook my head so I could form a response. “Okay, now I know you’re shitting me.”

He was still laughing. “I’m really not.” I kept studying his face looking for any sign that he was, in fact, joking. He wasn’t. “You gonna start the movie or not?”

I huffed in defeat and hit play settling into the movie fairly quickly.

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“Damn, that’s a good movie,” Raph said, stretching his legs as the credits rolled.

“I’m so glad someone shares my taste for higher cinema.” I turned towards him excitedly. “Have you gotten to see the new one yet?”

“Well,” he began, rubbing his neck and avoiding my eyes, “I can’t exactly go to the movie theatre.”

“Oh.” I was a little embarrassed by the comment. I guess that in the time he had been here I forgot that he’s, you know, a fucking turtle. “Wait! I know!” He turned his head toward me skeptically. “I have a buddy that can get it bootleg for us. I can have it for next week.” I saw the apprehension in his eyes. “That is if you want to come back again.”

A soft smile broke over Raph’s face. “Yeah, I would like to come over again.” Then he nudged me in the side. “I thought you said you only had one friend.”

I wanted so badly to defend myself, but he was right. I had said that. “Okay, one friend that I actually hang out with,” I said crossing my arms over my chest.

We just kinda looked at each other for a moment while I worked up the courage to ask him what had been on my mind all night. “So, what exactly do you guys do? You and the…other turtles?”

“My brothers.”

“What?”

“The four of us. We’re brothers.”

“Oh.”

He went on to tell me about each of them. Leonardo, Michelangelo, Donatello, and their father Splinter (who’s a giant rat???). He told me about Shredder and the Foot and how it had been pretty quiet after they lost track of them during the fight with Krang.

I had remembered that. It was kind of hard to miss the giant floating spaceship-ball-thing over Manhattan.

He told me about a new gang that occasionally kept them busy now, the Purple Dragons, who they were starting to think had some relation to the dormant Foot Clan.

His recollections blended together seamlessly. Raph seemed so excited to get to tell the stories of his and his brothers victories this way.

Hours blurred together as I sat enraptured. Eventually, Raph glanced towards the kitchen clock and shot to his feet.

“Shit,” he exclaimed, “I gotta go.”

I sat, gapping up at him, still at a loss over everything he’d just told me.

“So, Pacific Rim 2 next week?”

I shook myself out of the daze to stand next to him and tried to match his casualness. “Yeah, same time?” I managed.

“Sure thing,” he said with a smile. “See ya, (Y/N).” He made his way to the window and slipped out into the darkness.

I stood in front of my couch still slightly in a daze. “See ya, Raph,” I said to nothing.

Raphael had saved the world twice and my life once. And he just spent his Friday night eating pizza and watching a movie with me. And next week we’re gonna do it again. Holy shit.

~~~

I pulled my hand out of the fridge two beers heavier and turned my attention to the couch. “How old are you anyway?”

“20,” Raph answered from my ‘living room,’ “why?”

“This is why,” I said holding up the bottles. I leaned back against the fridge. “Not sure I feel comfortable giving alcohol to someone who’s underage,” I teased.

“Oh, come on!” he pouted. “I saved the world twice and—and we don’t even know exactly how old we are. I could actually be older than you for all we know.”

“Hmm,” I mused making my way to the couch, “I dunno. I remember what I was like when I was your age.”

“And how long ago was that?” he challenged.

“About 2 months ago,” I replied with a smile, handing him one of the bottles in my hand.

“You’re an ass,” Raph joked as he took the bottle gratefully.

“You love it,” I replied with an elbow to his side and hit play on the movie. The quality was pretty good considering the movie had barely come out two weeks prior.

About halfway through the movie I finished my beer. It wasn’t enough for a buzz, but it was enough to embolden me to shift on the couch until my legs were stretched out over Raph’s lap. He stiffened at first but quickly relaxed, one hand sliding up to wrap around my calf and stroke it with his thumb.

We stayed like that until the movie ended.

As the credits rolled, we stood to stretch and hug goodbye. I reached my arms up around his huge neck and squealed a little as he lifted me up.

“What do you wanna watch next week?” I asked as he made his way to the window.

“Whatever you want, sweetheart,” he grinned as he disappeared.

My heart fluttered a little. Sweetheart. I’m gonna die.

~~~

We spent the next week texting constantly. He told me patrol stories, I told him teaching ones. He asked a ton of questions about dance and the studio and my kids. Every time he did my heart squished a little. I had no idea what it meant, but I liked it. By the time Friday rolled around again I’d decided on Transformers to keep our movie trend going.

We started the movie with my legs in Raph’s lap which he warmly accepted.

A ways into the movie, his hand moved up my leg to my knee to pull me closer to him. He wrapped his arm around me, and I settled in to the space he made, my head resting on his shoulder.

He was the first to speak when the movie ended. “Wadaya say next week we do my place? Meet my brothers.”

I hoped I wasn’t blushing as I looked up to reply. “I’d love to.”

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ilistenedin · 6 years ago

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I can’t sleep

1. Who is your hero? Gerard Way

2. If you could live anywhere, where would it be? North, like somewhere that it actually gets cold

3. What is your biggest fear? Judgement

4. What is your favorite family vacation? We never really did some big thing growing up. We went to Disney and universal a lot.

5. What would you change about yourself if you could? That’s a very long list.

6. What really makes you angry? Cockiness. Being rude.

7. What motivates you to work hard? My paycheck.

8. What is your favorite thing about your career? My paycheck.

9. What is your biggest complaint about your job? The people.

10. What is your proudest accomplishment? Making it this far.

11. What is your child's proudest accomplishment? My child, who is also my cat, lost a lil bit of weight. He feelin himself.

12. What is your favorite book to read? Anything by Stephen King.

13. What makes you laugh the most? Gay memes

14. What was the last movie you went to? What did you think? Saw Aladdin. It was pretty good.

15. What did you want to be when you were small? A veterinarian.

16. What does your child want to be when he/she grows up? My children, who are also my cats, are grown and content.

17. If you could choose to do anything for a day, what would it be? Eat anything and everything but not gain weight.

18. What is your favorite game or sport to watch and play? Marching Band. Yes it’s a sport, fight me about it. (I also like football)

19. Would you rather ride a bike, ride a horse, or drive a car? Drive a car

20. What would you sing at Karaoke night? That’s such a hard question. I gotta get back to you on that one.

21. What two radio stations do you listen to in the car the most? The local rock station and the local r&b/hip hop station

22. Which would you rather do: wash dishes, mow the lawn, clean the bathroom, or vacuum the house? Vacuum

23. If you could hire someone to help you, would it be with cleaning, cooking, or yard work? Cleaning

24. If you could only eat one meal for the rest of your life, what would it be? Ramen. But like, good ramen. Not cup noodles.

25. Who is your favorite author? Stephen King

26. Have you ever had a nickname? What is it? I have... many. Lindiepop, Lindita, mumski, some other embarrassing stuff

27. Do you like or dislike surprises? Why or why not? Dislike, I’m bad at reactions.

28. In the evening, would you rather play a game, visit a relative, watch a movie, or read? movie

29. Would you rather vacation in Hawaii or Alaska, and why? I wanna say Alaska cause cold, but I’m gonna day Hawaii cause scenery.

30. Would you rather win the lottery or work at the perfect job? And why? Perfect job. Steady income, not bored.

31. Who would you want to be stranded with on a deserted island? No one.

32. If money was no object, what would you do all day? Online shop, eat, travel. Sleep.

33. If you could go back in time, what year would you travel to? The 20’s maybe. Just to visit tho.

34. How would your friends describe you? Probably funny.

35. What are your hobbies? Drumming, sleeping, drawing, writing, sleeping, video games, and sleeping.

36. What is the best gift you have been given? Love from any person.

37. What is the worst gift you have received? Love from any person.

38. Aside from necessities, what one thing could you not go a day without? Humor.

39. List two pet peeves. Loud, open mouth chewing. Lack of special awareness.

40. Where do you see yourself in five years? I don’t.

41. How many pairs of shoes do you own? .... too many.

42. If you were a super-hero, what powers would you have? I’d want whatever Scarlet witch is. Telekinesis for sure doe.

43. What would you do if you won the lottery? Buy my mom and sister a house. Save the rest for the future. Take my gf to Celebration next year.

44. What form of public transportation do you prefer? (air, boat, train, bus, car, etc.) my car.

45. What's your favorite zoo animal? Lion.

46. If you could go back in time to change one thing, what would it be? That’s too much pressure...

47. If you could share a meal with any 4 individuals, living or dead, who would they be? Gerard Way, Frank Iero, Mikey Way, and Ray Toro.

48. How many pillows do you sleep with? One

49. What's the longest you've gone without sleep (and why)? Days. My brain is an asshole.  50. What's the tallest building you've been to the top in? I have no idea.

51. Would you rather trade intelligence for looks or looks for intelligence? Looks for intelligence.  52. How often do you buy clothes? ...too often.

53. Have you ever had a secret admirer? Yep

54. What's your favorite holiday? Halloween

55. What's the most daring thing you've ever done? Go to the Philippines for five whole weeks with less than a two month notice.

56. What was the last thing you recorded on TV? I don’t do that.

57. What was the last book you read? Oooooof I don’t even remember. That makes me sad.

58. What's your favorite type of foreign food? Japanese food

59. Are you a clean or messy person? Messy as fuck

60. Who would you want to play you in a movie of your life? I wouldn’t wish that on anyone.

61. How long does it take you to get ready in the morning? 10 min

62. What kitchen appliance do you use every day? The fridge???

63. What's your favorite fast food chain? McDonalds.

64. What's your favorite family recipe? Don’t have one...

65. Do you love or hate rollercoasters? Love

66. What's your favorite family tradition? ... don’t have one

67. What is your favorite childhood memory? I don’t remember shit anymore

68. What's your favorite movie? Right now it’s Mamma Mia! Here We Go Again.

69. How old were you when you learned Santa wasn't real? How did you find out? I don’t remember ever believing in Santa

70. Is your glass half full or half empty? Half empty

71. What's the craziest thing you’ve done in the name of love? Try to love myself

72. What three items would you take with you on a deserted island? Hunting knife, water purifier, and a sleeping bag.

73. What was your favorite subject in school? English.

74. What's the most unusual thing you've ever eaten? I have eaten a lot of “weird” stuff. It all depends on your point of view.

75. Do you collect anything? Funko Pops.

76. Is there anything you wished would come back into fashion? No lol

77. Are you an introvert or an extrovert? Introvert.

78. Which of the five senses would you say is your strongest? Taste.

79. Have you ever had a surprise party? (that was an actual surprise) I can’t remember

80. Are you related or distantly related to anyone famous? Don’t think so.

81. What do you do to keep fit? I’m not fit lol.

82. Does your family have a “motto” – spoken or unspoken? Nope

83. If you were ruler of your own country what would be the first law you would introduce? Be fucking nice.

84. Who was your favorite teacher in school and why? I’ve had a lot of fave teachers. Hard to choose just one.

85. What three things do you think of the most each day? My gf, my cats, dying?

86. If you had a warning label, what would yours say? “Prone to frequent highs and lows in mood”

87. What song would you say best sums you up? I don’t think that’s for me to answer.

88. What celebrity would you like to meet at Starbucks for a cup of coffee? Gerard Way

89. Who was your first crush? Pretty sure I had a huge crush on this red head named Jessica in first grade. I just didn’t know it was a crush.

90. What's the most interesting thing you can see out of your office or kitchen window? I work at home now, so a river.

91. On a scale of 1-10 how funny would you say you are? I think I’m a 5 at best. I think my friends would disagree.

92. Where do you see yourself in 10 years? I don’t.

93. What was your first job? Valet in Miami Beach

94. If you could join any past or current music group which would you want to join? I wouldn’t lol

95. How many languages do you speak? 2

96. What is your favorite family holiday tradition? We don’t have any.

97. Who is the most intelligent person you know? My gf or my sister

98. If you had to describe yourself as an animal, which one would it be? A hermit crab.

99. What is one thing you will never do again? Be pathetic

100. Who knows you the best? My sister probably.

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Special Days Forgotten

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Harry has been busy the last few weeks but that doesn’t give him a right to forget your birthday. He knew that you always were the one who liked to do something for a birthday. You loved a day just about you, as narcissistic as it sounds. You would wear your favorite outfit, go to work, come home, change clothes, go out and eat dinner, then go home and have a bath. But not this year.

You woke at 6:30 per usual, you rolled over to Harry’s spot on your bed. You guys have been together for over a year and half, and very serious. Harry wasn’t there on his side, you sat up in your bed thinking that he was in the kitchen making your birthday breakfast. But the kitchen was empty, no Harry, no breakfast. Then you thought that maybe he was getting you something from your favorite breakfast place, and that he’ll bring it home. You hopped into the shower, washed your hair and body wishing Harry was with you right now. ‘The birthday sex better be great tonight’ you thought. After getting out of the shower, you put on your makeup and your favorite dress. After curling your hair, Harry still wasn’t home, so you called him.

Ring, ring, ring

No answer, you got his voicemail. You huffed realizing that you had to leave without seeing him. You made it to work, and about 3 hours into it, you got a text from Harry saying that he had to leave early for a meeting with Jeff. You hoped the “meeting” was actually a surprise for you.

It was around lunch when you texted Harry back saying ‘ok’. Lauren wanted to take you out for a birthday lunch and you couldn’t say no. You sat down at the Greek restaurant that was around the block from your work and proceeded to tell her about the morning.

“Do you think he forgot?” Lauren asked with concern

“No, he never forget stuff like this. He usually always on things.” You said.

“Well maybe he has a surprise of you later.”

“Maybe.”

You went back to the office, and before you noticed it was 5:00. Standing up, you collected all of your things and walked outside grabbing a cab. When you got home Harry still wasn’t there, you grabbed your phone from your bag and called him again.

Ring, ring , ring

“Hi baby.” He said

“Hi, when are you getting home?” You smiled

“Um... I don’t know. Some people asked if I wanted to go out tonight.” He said. Your heart stopped. “Did you have anything planned tonight?”

“You tell me.”

“So we don’t have anything going on?” He asked.

“Nope.” You said bluntly

“Ok baby. I’ll see you later tonight. Love you.”

“Yup, Love you too.” With aggravation in your voice. How could he forget? He always remembers. His sister and his mother texted me, even his friends that didn’t know texted me. You were pissed. You couldn’t be any more upset. So after deciding, you meet up with some friends and got drunk off your ass.

After arriving at the apartment at 3am, thinking that Harry was home, but he wasn’t. You walked into your bedroom got undressed into sweatpants, and a hoodie. You took off your makeup, and jumped into bed, crying yourself to sleep.

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2 days later

Your interaction with Harry has been limited. One word responses were your best friend within these two days. Harry just thought that you had a bad hangover after knowing that you went out, then the second day came around and he just thought that you’ve had a bad day. He tried to make you feel better.

You were laying in bed around 3pm. It was your day off, and that means you aren’t doing anything. Harry has been all over the place, going to meetings running errands, stuff like that. He got home and walked into the bedroom.

“Hi babe.” He said, you looked over at him giving him a weak fake smile. “Why are you still in bed? Are you ok?” He asked.

“Yes, I’m fine” you said with an attitude, rolling over the other way. He huffed, walking to the side you rolled over on. He layed down basically on you. “You’re not fine. What’s wrong?” You tried to excape him back he fought back. “Baby, don’t do that. Tell me what’s going on.” You huffed

“Go away! I want to be alone.” He took that personally. Those seven words broke this heart. You’ve never been so cold to him out of the blue.

“Ok” He whispered.

~~~~~~~

It was 8pm now. He came in at 6 to tell you that dinner was ready, you weren’t hungry. He walked in looking over at you, you being on your phone not paying attention to him. You heard the water run in the bathroom, and the curtain open and shut. After 15 mins, he walked out of the bathroom with only a towel hanging loosely around his hips. You were caught staring.

“You what you see babe?” He asked with a smirk. “You know, we haven’t had sex in a week or so.” He walked over to the bed, climbing to your side. He begins kissing your neck. You push him away, harshly. “What the fuck babe. What was that for?” He said with his hands up in the air.

“Don’t know Harry, you tell me.” His eyes went big.

“Babe I don’t know what I did wrong.” He said defending himself.

“Well until you find out what you did wrong, you can sleep on the couch.” You said sitting up.

“Are you serious right now?” You nodded.

It was an hour later that Harry got a call from Anne.

“Hi mum.” He said

“Hi honey how are you?” She asked

“I’m fine I guess. How are you?” He didn’t want to tell his mum about the fight.

“Oh, I’m well. I just wanted to see if y/n had a good birthday. What do you guys do?” Then I dawned on him that he missed your birthday. The guilt washed over his body.

“Um mum, I have to go. I’ll call you later, sorry.” He hung up the phone and ran out the door. Thirty minutes later he came back from your favorite bakery with a cupcake and a candle. He walked into your shared bedroom seeing that you were asleep. He walked over to you shook you lighting, beinging to stir. Harry started to sing happy birthday. You awoke, and sat up.

“Happy birthday my dear baby, happy birthday to you.” He finished the song.

“Harry my birthday was two days ago.” You stayed blowing putt the candle.

“I know. And I’m sorry I forgot it. I’m such a bad boyfriend. I’ve been so busy with work, but that doesn’t give me the right to forget it though.” He said, you could tell that he was really upset with himself by the way he was talking. “I promise to make it up to you.”

“Harry it doesn’t matter anymore, it’s already passed.”

“I know, but I wanna still celebrate it with you.”

“Harry it’s not the same.” shaking your head.

“Baby please?” He got up and with you on the bed. It took you a second to decide what to do. Would you forgive him? Or would you make him suffer a little bit longer? He looked it your eyes, they were so green and swelling up with tears. That finally made your decision.

“Fine, but only on my conditions.” You pointing your finger at him.

“Ok.” He said.

“First off a get all of that cupcake. Second, you have to get me the best present in the world, and third off I get mind blowing sex. The kind of sex I can’t walk after. Ok?” He grinned at the third condition.

“Absolutely.” He leaned over to kissed you, you kissed back. Even though your birthday wasn’t the best one, Harry was going to make it up to you.

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sevenpabosandabunchoffans · 7 years ago

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The Meaning of Family | From Friends to Spouses {Part 6}

Characters: Min Yoongi, Original Characters, Kim Seokjin, Kim Namjoon, Jung Hoseok, Jeon Jungkook, Kim Taehyung, Park Jimin

Words: 2529

Genre: College Student!Yoongi, Daddy!Yoongi, Parents!Namjin

Warnings: mentions of an infant in the NICU, fluffy Yoongi as a dad, angst, implications of postpartum depression

Summary: “Do Yoongi and Sophia get married?”; Yoongi and Sophia take the next step in their relationship, but not without a few bumps along the way; Time Period - one week after Sammie’s birth to four months after, Yoongi and Sophia’s 2nd year of college; Ages: Jin - 36, Namjoon - 35/36, Yoongi - 19, Sophia - 19, Hoseok - 18, Jimin - 16/17, Taehyung - 16, Jungkook - 14/15, Sammie - 1 week/4 months

A/N: Only one more chapter! I hope you’ve enjoyed this so far and continue to enjoy it and the other drabbles! Be sure to send in any requests you may have! <3

Previous Part

“Just let me know once you’ve finished pumping and I’ll come collect your milk.” The nurse stated after helping Sophia get situated with the automated breast pump. It had been a week since Sammie was born, and Sophia was still having some troubles with properly pumping her breast milk, so the NICU nurses were aiding her whenever it came time. “Her next feeding will be in about an hour, and you’ll get to hold her this time. Both of you.” The nurse made sure to include Yoongi in her announcement, and the couple’s eyes lit up at the thought. Due to how small Sammie was, especially after her weight dropped a little in the first few days after her birth, they had been unable to hold her yet, making that be the first time they would ever get to hold her.

“Did you hear that Yoongi?!” Sophia exclaimed after the nurse left the room. “We’re gonna get to hold her and feel her and it’s going to be amazing and-why does this thing have to feel so weird?!” She glared down at the pump attached to her breast, causing Yoongi to chuckle at her.

“Just think how weird it would feel if it were actually Sammie~” Yoongi pointed out as his phone dinged. He looked at it and immediately moved to stand up from the couch. “My dad’s coming up with our lunch, you want me to close the curtain?” Sophia nodded and Yoongi pressed a kiss to her cheek before pulling the curtain hanging in front of the couch to protect the privacy of pumping mothers to cover Sophia just in time for Jin to walk into the room with Jimin.

“Subway delivery is here~” Jimin greeted, setting the sandwich sacks on the small table in the room before claiming the rocking chair in the corner of the room.

“I didn’t know you were coming.” Yoongi commented as he searched through the bags to find his turkey sandwich.

“Your dad was called away to handle a case, so Jimin came to help move Taehyung move into his dorm for band camp instead.” Jin explained as he washed his hands in the sink that was in the room. “I didn’t feel like driving him back home before coming here.” Once his hands were dry, Jin moved over to the incubator in the middle of the room and, after getting Yoongi’s permission, opened one of the side panels to reach his hand inside. “Hi there, Sammie~” He lightly stroked her hand with his finger, and she soon opened her fist to be able to grasp onto it. “You got a good grip there~” He commented.

Sophia soon finished pumping and had Yoongi run the tube of milk to the nurses’ station down the hall while she enjoyed her own lunch. Eventually, it was Sammie’s feeding time, and Jimin traded seats with Sophia so she could have the rocking chair. “Can you undo a few of your buttons so we can get skin to skin bonding going?” The nurse asked as she checked over the various tubes and wires around Sammie to make sure they weren’t at risk of coming loose as she moved her to Sophia’s arms.

The second Sammie was placed in Sophia’s arms, everyone could see the way the young mother relaxed at finally having some physical contact with her baby. “Hi, Sammie~” Sophia cooed, a few tears of joy escaping her eyes as she lightly stroked the newborn’s cheek.

The nurse brought a pacifier over and handed it to Sophia. “We’re going to try to get her latching and sucking motion down to make an easier transition to bottle or breast.”

Sophia placed the soother against Sammie’s mouth and pushed it in. The infant welcomed the object, suckling on it for a few seconds before attempting to spit it out, unable to due to Sophia holding it in place. “Looks like somebody doesn’t like pacifiers~” Sophia cooed to the infant as the nurse began to push the milk through the feeding tube.

After they finished feeding Sammie, the nurse took the infant from her mother’s arms and gestured for her to switch places with Yoongi, so he could hold his daughter. After undoing the top few buttons of his own flannel, since the nurse informed him that skin to skin contact with the father was also beneficial to the baby, he welcomed Sammie into his arms and felt his insides both warm and soften at getting to hold his daughter for the first time. “Hi there, princess~” Yoongi whispered to the baby, silently vowing to himself to always protect her every second for the rest of his life.

Sammie was cleared to go home at the end of June after three and a half weeks in the NICU. After a car seat test to make sure Sammie would stay stable for the duration of the ride home, and a talk with Sophia telling her to watch out for symptoms of postpartum depression, since the disorder is more prevalent in women who give birth prematurely, the family made their way back to Conway, giving Yoongi and Sophia a month and a half to settle into a routine at home with the new addition to their family before the school year started up for them. They managed well for the first couple of weeks of the semester, but soon enough, the stress of being parents in college weighed down on the both of them.

It was a Saturday about halfway through the semester, and Yoongi had offered to take care of Sammie by himself to give Sophia some time to catch up on her assignments. He was currently in Sammie’s room, changing the now four-month old’s diaper. “Let’s get you out of this dirty diaper and into a clean one~” Yoongi cooed in a high-pitched voice as he unfastened the diaper, now immune to the smell after months of changing the infant’s diapers. He opened up the pack of baby wipes, and the second the cleaning tool came in contact with her bare bottom, Sammie began to wail. “I know you don’t like it, but we gotta get you all clean!” Yoongi talked to the young infant to distract her from him cleaning her up. Once she was fully clean, Yoongi noticed that her skin was red and splotchy. “Oh, do you have a diaper rash?” Yoongi asked the baby, feeling a pang in his chest as he thought about the pain his daughter must have been in. “Don’t worry, Daddy will fix you right up.” He began to search through the various drawers and boxes in the nursery only to come up empty handed. He hated to disturb Sophia, but he felt he had no choice but to ask for her assistance. “Soph, do you know where Sammie’s butt paste is?” He called out to the living room where Sophia was working on her homework.

A couple of minutes later, Sophia entered the nursery with the tube in her hand. “Must’ve left it in the diaper bag~” She mumbled as she handed it to him, exiting the room just as quickly as she had entered it, giving Yoongi no time to even thank her.

Yoongi finished changing Sammie’s diaper and moved to lay on his back on the floor, letting Sammie lay on his stomach. He occasionally lifted her up in the air, smiling widely as she let out a chorus of giggles before bringing her back down to smother her face in kisses. “You’re just a happy baby, aren’t you?” Yoongi asked as he sat up, holding her close to his chest as he checked his watch. “And it seems to be time to eat.” He carefully stood up from the floor, propping Sammie on his hip to carry her to the kitchen, passing by Sophia who was furiously typing on her laptop without even sparing him a glance. Yoongi went straight to searching through the cabinets for the container of formula. Sophia’s milk production had decreased so tremendously by the time Sammie was discharged that breastfeeding became an even bigger struggle at home, so they had decided to switch over to formula fully, not without a large amount of guilt on Sophia’s part. He searched through almost every cabinet and still had not found the container, so he once again regretfully asked Sophia. “Soph, do you know where the formula is?”

Sophia sighed deeply, “I don’t know, Yoongi~”

Yoongi continued searching, still coming up with nothing. “Did we run out or something? Because I can’t find it-“ Yoongi hadn’t even finished his statement before Sophia was in the kitchen with him, opening a random cabinet and finding the formula almost immediately. He opened his mouth to thank her but stopped when he noticed that she was already starting to make the bottle. “I can make the bottle, Soph, you just focus on getting your homework done.”

“No, it’s fine, I’ll do it~” Yoongi could hear the passive-aggressive tone in his fiancée’s voice. “I mean, I have to do everything else anyway, what’s making one bottle?”

“You don’t have to do everything, Sophia,” Yoongi responded. “That’s why I said to focus on your homework, I’m capable of taking care of our daughter for an afternoon.”

“Apparently not, if you’re asking for my help every five seconds.”

Yoongi moved a few steps into the living room to place Sammie in her Bumbo chair that was on the floor in front of the TV, not wanting her to witness an argument between her parents. “I’ve asked for your help twice, and those were only because I couldn’t find something. You’re the one that’s deciding you need to step in and make a bottle.”

Sophia set the now finished bottle down on the counter with a little more force than necessary. “I have homework, Yoongi. I can’t drop what I’m doing every time you need something found.”

“You didn’t have to!” Yoongi insisted. “You could have just said ‘hey check the diaper bag’ or something and then continued working on whichever assignment you’re doing.” He followed Sophia as she moved back to the couch to gather up her work. “And I’m sorry for thinking that asking where the formula was wouldn’t be such a big deal.”

“Well when I have school and work and a baby to take care of, it is a big deal!” Sophia exclaimed, slamming her laptop shut. “I’m just tired~”

“Have you forgotten that I also have school and work and baby to take care of?” Yoongi asked. “You’re not the only one with a full plate, Sophia.”

“Yeah, but I doubt anyone at your job expects you take care of your child while you’re working too!” It was at this moment that tears started to fall from Sophia’s eyes. “I thought it would be great having Sammie at the same center I work at. I would get to see her whenever I wanted throughout the day while someone else took care of her and gave me a break. But no! Unless your dad is there to step in, they call me in to feed her and change her and rock her, so I don’t even get a break then! So, I’m sorry for wanting just one afternoon without having to worry about doing anything except my schoolwork.”

Sophia began to move past Yoongi to go into their bedroom with her school supplies, and Yoongi reached out to lightly rub her arm. “Soph-“

“Just leave me alone, Yoongi!” Sophia slammed their bedroom door behind her, causing Yoongi to flinch and Sammie to start crying, as the noise startled her.

Yoongi took a deep breath to calm himself down before picking the crying infant up and cuddling her into his chest to try to calm her. “Shh, it’s okay, Sammie~” Yoongi kissed the top of her head before grabbing the bottle from the counter and moving to the couch. He placed the bottle in her mouth, holding her close to him as he fed her, thinking over the events that had just taken place. Sammie finished about three fourths of the bottle before dozing off, so Yoongi carefully pulled the bottle away without disturbing her and set it on the floor next to his feet. After watching his little girl sleep for a few minutes, he pulled his phone out of his pocket and clicked on one of his most recent contacts. “Hey, Dad~”

About half an hour later, after he finished the phone call and lay Sammie in her crib, he slowly pushed open his bedroom door, seeing a lump on Sophia’s side of the bed completely covered by their comforter. He quietly closed the door behind him and walked over to his side of the bed, climbing in and pulling the covers over his head so that he was face to face with Sophia. “Hi~” He whispered to the teary eyed 19-year-old.

“I’m such a bitch~” Sophia mumbled, and Yoongi was quick to wrap his arm around her and pull him close to her.

“No, you’re not. You’re just stressed. I am too.” He assured her before pressing a kiss to the top of her head. After cuddling her in silence for a couple of minutes, he brought up the call to his dad. “I called my Dad, and they’re coming to pick Sammie up for the weekend.”

Sophia’s head shot up as she looked at him, quickly shaking her head. “No, we can’t force them to do that!”

“Soph,” She stopped talking as Yoongi got her attention. “You need a break.” Sophia bit her lip nervously. “And you know how much my family loves Sammie, so we’re not forcing them into anything. They’re just going to keep her tonight, maybe tomorrow night if you’re still feeling down, and we’re going to have some well-earned relaxation time.” Sophia nodded and once again rested her head against Yoongi’s chest. He lovingly stroked her hair as he asked her a serious question. “Do you want to talk to someone?”

Sophia shrugged. “I probably should, but I don’t know who.”

“If you want, Meagan said she would make sure to clear an opening for you.” Yoongi brought up the suggestion his therapist had made back when they had first brought Sammie home for the first time. “If not Meagan, then I’m sure there’s someone at CPAC, or somewhere else, that you would feel comfortable talking to.”

Sophia nodded and angled her head to look up at her fiancé. “Will it get better? Or at least easier?”

“I’m sure it will~” Yoongi brushed some of her hair out of her face. “We’re halfway through the semester, so that’s a start. Then we’ll get married and have an entire week to ourselves for our honeymoon.” A hint of a smile was already appearing on Sophia’s face at the thought of their quickly approaching wedding. “And then you’ll only have one semester left of school before you graduate, and your boss already assured you an automatic promotion and raise once you get your degree.” Yoongi reminded her before pressing a quick kiss her lips. “Trust me, things will get easier.”

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Who is your hero? Jesus

If you could live anywhere, where would it be? Cali

What is your biggest fear? My parents or sisters passing away

What is your favorite family vacation? Florida when we stayed over for 2 weeks in Orlando.

What would you change about yourself if you could? My temper/ impatience

What really makes you angry? Ignorance, stupidity and questioning me

What motivates you to work hard? My family and my future family (husband, kids etc)

What is your favorite thing about your career? The friendships I have built

What is your biggest complaint about your job? The clients are rude.

What is your proudest accomplishment? My position at work.

What is your child's proudest accomplishment? winning spelling bee first place in school

What is your favorite book to read? The Bible.

What makes you laugh the most? Jokes and funny stories

What was the last movie you went to? What did you think? Shang-Chi and the legend of the ten rings. It was an amazing movie!

What did you want to be when you were small? A veterinarian

What does your child want to be when he/she grows up? I don’t have a child yet.

If you could choose to do anything for a day, what would it be? To be at home playing guitar and singing and watching Netflix

What is your favorite game or sport to watch and play? Soccer and volleyball

Would you rather ride a bike, ride a horse, or drive a car? Ride a bike

What would you sing at Karaoke night? Bohemian rhapsody

What two radio stations do you listen to in the car the most? 103.5 and 99.1

Which would you rather do: wash dishes, mow the lawn, clean the bathroom, or vacuum the house? Vacuum the house

If you could hire someone to help you, would it be with cleaning, cooking, or yard work? Cleaning

If you could only eat one meal for the rest of your life, what would it be? Rice, beans, tomatoes and breaded chicken clutet

Who is your favorite author? I don’t have one

26. Have you ever had a nickname? What is it? Jen, jeje, deda etc

27. Do you like or dislike surprises? Why or why not? I like surprises. It makes me feel special.

28. In the evening, would you rather play a game, visit a relative, watch a movie, or read? Watch a movie

29. Would you rather vacation in Hawaii or Alaska, and why? Hawaii. I don’t like the cold.

30. Would you rather win the lottery or work at the perfect job? And why? Win the lottery. So I would be able to do the things I want to do quicker

31. Who would you want to be stranded with on a deserted island? My bf

32. If money was no object, what would you do all day? I would sing and learn instruments

33. If you could go back in time, what year would you travel to? 2008

34. How would your friends describe you? Funny, loving, sarcastic

35. What are your hobbies? Singing, playing guitar, drawing

36. What is the best gift you have been given? The gift of another chance after suffering twice.

37. What is the worst gift you have received? Black adidas sneakers with a heel

38. Aside from necessities, what one thing could you not go a day without? My phone

39. List two pet peeves. Liars, cheaters

40. Where do you see yourself in five years? Married, with two kids and a house

41. How many pairs of shoes do you own? I don’t know I never counted lol

42. If you were a super-hero, what powers would you have? The power of absorbing powers

43. What would you do if you won the lottery? I would buy my parents a house, buy a house for myself, buy a few houses to rent, buy a car and save the rest to invest.

44. What form of public transportation do you prefer? (air, boat, train, bus, car, etc.) car

45. What's your favorite zoo animal? Gorilla and monkeys

46. If you could go back in time to change one thing, what would it be? Getting married

47. If you could share a meal with any 4 individuals, living or dead, who would they be? Jesus, Michael Jackson, Sam heughan, Leonardo da vinci.

48. How many pillows do you sleep with? 4

49. What's the longest you've gone without sleep (and why)? 1 day. Because of an event for church

50. What's the tallest building you've been to the top in? I don’t remember

51. Would you rather trade intelligence for looks or looks for intelligence? Looks for intelligence

52. How often do you buy clothes? Often lol

53. Have you ever had a secret admirer? Yes

54. What's your favorite holiday? Christmas

55. What's the most daring thing you've ever done? Have sex in the living room while my bfs mom was in the room next to it

56. What was the last thing you recorded on TV? I never recorded anything on TV

57. What was the last book you read? This Christian book I don’t remember the name.

58. What's your favorite type of foreign food? Chinese

59. Are you a clean or messy person? In the middle

60. Who would you want to play you in a movie of your life? Blake lively

61. How long does it take you to get ready in the morning? About 10-15 min

62. What kitchen appliance do you use every day? Plates

63. What's your favorite fast food chain?

Chick a fill a

64. What's your favorite family recipe? Feijoada

65. Do you love or hate rollercoasters? Love it but scared of it at the same time

66. What's your favorite family tradition? Waiting for it to be midnight to have a group hug and sing happy bday for each of our bdays

67. What is your favorite childhood memory? Climbing the magi trees and eating mango from all the way at the top.

68. What's your favorite movie? The white chicks

69. How old were you when you learned Santa wasn't real? How did you find out? Since I was a toddlers lol my parents never taught us that. We are Christians.

70. Is your glass half full or half empty? Half full

71. What's the craziest thing you’ve done in the name of love? Get married

72. What three items would you take with you on a deserted island? A knife, a pot, sleeping bag.

73. What was your favorite subject in school? Arts

74. What's the most unusual thing you've ever eaten? Frog legs

75. Do you collect anything? Super Mario figures

76. Is there anything you wished would come back into fashion? Not really

77. Are you an introvert or an extrovert? I’m in the middle.

78. Which of the five senses would you say is your strongest? Smell def

79. Have you ever had a surprise party? (that was an actual surprise) yes I have

80. Are you related or distantly related to anyone famous? Not that I know of

81. What do you do to keep fit? I try to eat somewhat well

82. Does your family have a “motto” – spoken or unspoken? We are each others bestfriends

83. If you were ruler of your own country what would be the first law you would introduce? No racism

84. Who was your favorite teacher in school and why? Mrs Amaral in middle school. She was very funny and playful. Mrs Barros in high school. She was loving and kind.

85. What three things do you think of the most each day? Getting a divorce, being free of my ex and being in a normal relationship with my current bf

86. If you had a warning label, what would yours say? I’m very sarcastic

87. What song would you say best sums you up? I can’t think of one

88. What celebrity would you like to meet at Starbucks for a cup of coffee? Blake lively

89. Who was your first crush? This boy from my county names Joubert

90. What's the most interesting thing you can see out of your office or kitchen window? The sky

91. On a scale of 1-10 how funny would you say you are? 10 lol I’m a clown

92. Where do you see yourself in 10 years? Same as the one from 5 years + with a carrer.

93. What was your first job? Babysitter

94. If you could join any past or current music group which would you want to join? Hillsong United or Elevation worship

95. How many languages do you speak? 2 and a half

96. What is your favorite family holiday tradition? Dancing and playing bingo

97. Who is the most intelligent person you know? My friend Kamyla

98. If you had to describe yourself as an animal, which one would it be? A tiger

99. What is one thing you will never do again? Accept to be treated like garbage

100. Who knows you the best? My friend bianca

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10 and 15 from prompts 10 with RV seulgi if u do them? Or bts yoongi if u don't

One second, you’re comfortably ensconced in the couch, three episodesinto your latest weekend television show binge, and the next a string ofexplosive curses has you jumping out of your seat.

“Babe?” you call apprehensively.

Yoongi is surprisingly handy in the kitchen, so you had no problems leavinghim unsupervised in there to make lunch. But maybe it was a mistake to do sowith Hoseok and Namjoon there as well. You still remember when Hoseok licked aknife because it had icing on it and almost cut his tongue when you yelled athim. As for Namjoon, you can’t recall the numerous near accidents he’s hadwithout shivering.

When you receive no answer, you get even more worried. Carefully settingaside your laptop, you quickly head down the short hallway to the kitchen. Asyou get closer to the entryway, you hear frantic, hushed voices.

“It’s fine, it’s fine, it’s fine.”

“I can literally see bone.”

“Don’t worry, it’s fine, it’sfine. It’ll be fine.”

“You can see what?” you screech, running into the room.

The three men freeze, eyes wide enough to rival Jungkook’s. Namjoon’shands are clutching your first aid kit while Hoseok’s are buried in a mountainof paper towels on the counter, something red seeping into their whiteness. Butyour eyes zero in on Yoongi and the towel he clutches to his thumb and thedarker red that drips from it.

Your heart plummets through your stomach and into the ground. “Yoongi,what did you do?” Within seconds, your hands are applying pressure over his ownhand.

“I got distracted and the knife slipped,” he mumbles. His skin looks evenpaler than normal, his eyes closed.

“Shit, Yoongi. How bad is it?”

“I saw something white,” Namjoon says quietly, his knuckles white aroundthe kit. “I didn’t get a close look.”

“He looked like he was going to throw up,” Hoseok offers.

“Okay, okay. It’s going to be okay. It’ll be okay.” Everything youremember learning in that first-aid class you took ages ago is flying out thewindow as you try to collect yourself and remain calm. You can feel the forceof your pounding heart pushing frantic tears into your eyes. “Namjoon, get somebandages out of there. Hoseok, grab my car keys. We’ll wrap it and then we’llgo to the hospital.”

When no one moves, you grab the box from Namjoon. “Dammit, guys, let’sgo! He might’ve severed a nerve or something and then he could lose use of thatfinger! Move it!”

You try to open the box one-handed, but your hand is trembling so muchyou end up spilling the contents on the counter and almost crying at yourklutziness.

“Y/N, calm down. It’s okay,” Yoongi says softly.

“No, it’s not,” you snap without looking at him, wrestling with thestubborn roll of bandages.

“Babe, it’s not real.”

Instantly stilling, you slowly turn your head to eyeball him. “It’s notwhat?”

“You have to lick it.”

“What!?”

“No, really, just lick it. Trustme.” Prying your hand off his, he unwraps the towel and swipes a fingeralong his injured one, the blood bright crimson on his pale skin. “Watch.”

You almost gag when he nonchalantly licks some of the redness off andoffers it to you, but you have a niggling feeling you know what’s going on.

“If this is actual blood, I will hityou,” you tell him.

He shrugs. You can feel Hoseok andNamjoon’s eyes on you as you hesitantly lick Yoongi’s proffered finger, yourown eyes scrunched tight in dread. Instead of the iron of blood, you tastesomething entirely else.

Your head jerks back and your handsfly to your hips as you glare at the three men. “Strawberry? Are you frigginkidding me?!”

Apparently oblivious to your anger,the others collapse in laughter, their voices echoing around the kitchen. Yourfoot taps harshly against the tile as you wait, fuming.

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” Namjoon finallygasps out. “Seokjin got the fake blood from Sandeul as part of some magicthing. We just wanted to try it out. And you do realize what today is?”

“No,” you retort.

“It’s the first of April.” Hoseokchuckles, wiping tears away from the corners of his eyes. “If we couldn’t useit now, when could we?”

Some of your anger fades intoslightly amused chagrin, but you hold your stance and allow only a slighttwitch of a smile. You were genuinely worried and one apology isn’t going toquite cut it.

Yoongi no doubt senses that andpulls you into a hug, careful to avoid smearing the strawberry blood on yourclothes. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t think you’d freak out that much.”

“I swear, Min Yoongi,” you mutter into his chest, “if you ever scare melike that again, I’m divorcing you.”

“We’re not married.”

“You get what I mean!”

I’m sorry, but I’m only now getting into Red Velvet, so I don’t know the members well enough to write for them. :p

#bts scenarios #yoongi scenarios #suga #bts #drabbles #bts drabble #min yoongi #bts suga

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gaudeixcc · 4 years ago

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Peloton News – Chicken & Pork

Sitting in my kitchen about to start the usual factual tour documentation, I look out of my French doors and into the garden.

Literally, as I am about to punch finger to keyboard, a pigeon flies straight into the window.

20 miles to the South (my internal compass still accurate to within a few degrees) and one Captain Mark McEvoy sits cross-legged on his new yoga mat. He is, I suspect, in a deep meditative trance, communicating with the birds…well, one particular bird. He sees through third-sight the motion of digit towards MacBook and he seizes his opportunity.

There is a loud thud as the feathered fox food clumps against the glass.

Undeterred, I press on though. This is an important story to tell.

Munich really is a beautiful city. It has an unhurried feeling about it. Not too much hustle and bustle, but just enough. Clean and tidy everywhere and a sort of low-rise architecture with church spires scattered about the place, London this is not.

Sitting in the city-centre roof garden sipping beers with Macca, overlooking the city was a lovely start to this mini cycling trip.

We chatted about this and that. Furious disagreement on Coronavirus not even in the air, let alone the conversation at this point. (I believe that we need to be careful and manage the infection as the human price is significantly larger than the financial one. Macca believes that we should inject everyone in the eye with the virus and that the strong will survive and the weak will be thinned out nicely).

The drama of the evening was the arrival of Tommy Trusler with an arm in a sling (his own arm I should add). An outrageous rugby manoeuvre had seen him hit the deck and pain arrive with a jolt. Within 2 minutes of the news landing Macca had completely diagnosed both the problem and the rehabilitation period, had put the Truslers’ collective minds at ease and then laid out a spread of complementary peanuts to settle everyone down.

Next morning, the drive to our first port of call was largely uneventful. Deep into Italy and with a further 2 hours still to go to get to the eventual destination of lake Garda, we stopped for the day 1 ride.

The Sella Ronda. 42 miles and nearly 7,000 foot of elevation. This was going to be tough. JT lead the pack out and immediately into the first tunnel. Somehow, I had found myself in second position. With this group, this is not a position which I belong in.

I didn’t know James had an uneasy phobia of tunnels. Why would I? Within 100 yards of setting off we entered an uphill sloping tunnel. There was a faint parping sound from the rear of James bicycle and he was off. For the first 15 seconds I thought it was just me getting used to the normal pace. I started panting. By 30 seconds my legs had started to squeal at the pace of the relentlessly pedalling Trusler. By the time we exited the tunnel my lungs were burning. They took 30 mins to lose that feeling. Seriously. 30 fucking minutes. We were less than 10 minutes into the toughest ride of the trip and we’d effectively started our marathon with a flat-out 400 metre race. I don’t remember Mo Farah ever adopting this tactic in the Flora 26….

Most tours I’m middle-to-lower Peloton. This mini-tour and I knew I was going to be at the back.

JT and Macca were known quantities. I’d also ridden with Neal and knew he was up there in the Macca-sphere somewhere. Andrew was an unknown quantity. JT had described him as ‘liking to get out front early before settling in to a rhythm. Strong rider’.

Over the course of the 3 rides I would describe Andrew a strong rider who likes to get out front early before settling into a rhythm.

What is particularly unusual is that in this instance James displayed some genuine human assessment to his rider categorisation. Normally his brain places people into 3 buckets.

‘Bucket 1, riders who are the same as, or better than I am. Bucket 2. Shit riders. Bucket 3. Riders ability unknown as mentally feeble.’

I know he sees me as firmly having two feet in bucket 3 with aspirations to climb into bucket 2. Macca has me pegged at the pre-bucket stage.

The ride finished with over 40 miles under the belt and nigh on 7,000 foot of climbing. That’s punchy in my book.

Friday’s ride was not much easier either. In fact, with the mileage in the legs from day 1, it felt the toughest of the days by a good measure. The climb after lunch was fairly relentless with a big high-teens ramp toward the end.

Whilst on the climb I came across a stationary JT. A few weeks earlier he had allegedly been severely injured in a freak accident at Center Parcs involving a waterslide and the wrangling of a small child. I didn’t like to probe. This injury however, whilst not apparent at the time (nor visible…. Nor complained about….or even talked about it seems) suddenly re-appeared on the ascent. A grudging acknowledgment of the severity of day 1 along with the unrelenting nature of the back-to-back-ness of day 2 was murmured.

Thrilled to have company at the back, I chatted light-heartedly until we arrived at Andrew, stationary on the steepest part of the climb so far, looking pretty fed up.

The sight of him stopped gave my brain all the excuses it needed to deploy the old executive decision to down-tools and break out the food.

I sat down under a tree.

I quite like sitting down.

The other two then buggered off.

I remained sat down.

The crest was only about 200 yards away as it turned out. When I got there, I felt done. Not since the last time, the fountain at Malaga I think, I had a little lie down. Again, not what you expect your average cyclist to be doing whilst out on a ride. I breathed deeply whilst listening the chitter chatter of the fellas discussing James’ alleged knee injury.

After the ‘CenterParcs vs small child’ explanation, Macca dwelt.

He narrowed his eyes.

There was complete silence.

His semi-sentient neural connection to the world wide web had latched on to a local wi-fi hot-spot and he had deployed a legion of web-spiders all armed with binary details of all of James’ symptoms onto the net.

His eyes lost all focus momentarily.

After a few seconds I think the first of the spiders returned as Macca suddenly arrived back in the present, eyes squeezed into a defined narrow gaze.

‘I think you have a damaged meniscus and in all probability a cyst on the inside of your knee’.

James pondered this for a moment. ‘You’re probably right’.

Behind Macca’s eyes, the fire raged. Fury and bile broiled in the pit of his stomach as adrenalin coursed through his arteries and soaked his brain.

Deep in his mind his basal ganglia fired messages to all parts of his thinking system and from the cold dark recesses of a structure billions of development years in the making, a dark, deep, cold voice uttered a single word……’Probably?’

Macca wanted to grab James by the throat and lift him off the floor and squeeze… his mind’s favoured Darth Vader manoeuvre. He wanted to lean in to him. Nose nearly touching nose. And quietly, in spittle filled words say ‘Probably?’

What he actually did was imperceptibly shrug his shoulders and gentle raise his eyebrows a couple of millimetres and softly said ‘seems likely’. The web spiders had started fighting amongst themselves. Macca calmed them down.

The rest of the ride was smattered with stops for food and some post-lunch ridiculousness in the form of immediate 20% climbs out of the town.

By the time the day had ended, we’d caught 2 cross-lake ferries, ridden a brutal 50 miles on top of the previous days efforts and were back at our lovely apartment for after-ride chitter chatter.

Saturday was nearly with us and general consensus was a rest day was required. All agreed.

The conversation slid to another climb which both Neil and James had done in the local area. Both riders had not managed to conquer this particular beast.

Massive gradient, brutal in a way that Mortirolo was…. but worse.

Brilliant. This was my chance. I’d been dying to put the needle into someone at some point. I was fed up of being the shit rider, now was my chance to lash out at the talent.

‘Wow….. I bet Macca could do it’.

That little bomb-shell deployed, I thought I’d settle back and watch it all unfold.

Whilst there was plenty of chatter about it, the white glove was not picked up off the floor. This was terrible. If Dripping had been here, the moment it was suggested he would have had a foot in a pink Rapha shoe, gels quickly thrust into jersey pocket, car keys in mouth, ready to go.

He would have failed of course, but Jesus H Christ he would have given it everything….!

Macca wouldn’t have failed. He is in phenomenal shape at the moment. Low on weight, big on power and with a ‘I will not be fucking beaten’ mindset, he would have crawled through broken glass to come out on top.

Still, I couldn’t convince him to give it a go. If he would have, I would have gone too. I would have given it a go. I would have failed. My mind, on seeing the ridiculous uncomfortableness of it all would have replayed the fact that Neil and James had failed, therefore there’s no shame in stopping, sitting down and having a bite to eat.

‘You know what today is don’t you?’ I parried in one last attempt to make the great seem mortal.

‘Chicken Saturday’.

It was a cheap shot. It was a final shot.

It didn’t work.

A great rest day followed where we swam in the lake, ate amazing food, sipped Negronis and generally relaxed in the loveliness of it all. Even went on a tour of a vineyard where unbeknownst to us, a small rodent-like creature ate half of James’ under-bonnet Jaguar.

The final day of riding was an early start and a just beautiful ride up and around the lake. Amazing scenery and some really lovely climbs.

What I came to realise during the course of the trip is that the Peloton needs its fair spread of performers. Being slower than the rest meant I rode pretty much every climb alone. Whilst Macca, Neil, Andrew and JT managed to broadly cycle tighter (I am assuming…didn’t actually witness much of this with my own eyes), I was at the back. Pushing against no-one. The other fellas had some competition. One trying to drop the other etc. This meant they all pushed hard, very hard at some point. At the back, a push resulted in the same thing as just grinding it out. Progress up an empty climb. It was not an easy 3 days of cycling by any means. 40 miles and 7,000 feet of climbing never would be. But did I ever empty the tank? No. Did I track someone down, hold their back wheel and then fuck the hell off when I sensed weakness? No.

For that sort of cycling in general, I need to rest of the lower-order Peloton and in particular, Dripping. I fucking hate being beaten by him. He has more capability and more sheer determination to suffer pain than I do. I beat him because the one thing I do focus on with a bit of bloody-mindedness is training. The day he does the longer training efforts, sharpens the weight, then I’m fucked. In the meantime, I keep plugging away and am just about keeping my nose in front…..just.

Cycling is different things to everyone. This trip also underlined the sheer beauty of the world we live in. Whilst cycling up the climbs I contemplated what was around me. I even took the odd photo. Competition and personal performance have their place. But…. and it’s a big but, for us mere mortals who don’t do this for a living, more eyes on the scenery and less on the heart-rate is probably a good thing. Perhaps in time as our performance inevitably wains the balance will shift a little and we won’t mourn the loss too much as we’ll appreciate the gain.

The white Jaguar piloted its way back toward Munich and made its way closer to my absolute tour highlight… ‘Pork Knuckle Sunday’. What a way to follow the disappointment of ‘Chicken Saturday’. Along with gravy, chips and a massive fucking pint of lager (technically not a pint, I know, but you get my drift).

James, not a driver for any of the world’s slow lanes, gave the cat a fair thump away from the service station following the pit stop. Pulling out (at velocity) onto the motorway, he snagged a yellow ‘engine warning’ light and the car went in to limp mode.

Macca’s eyes hazed over.

‘Please tell me the symptoms’ said Macca (whose voice tonality had suddenly gone all Alexa).

After James’ incoherent babble I casually thought for a moment ‘probably an emission thing after you hoofed it’ said I, not really caring as we still seemed to be moving and pork knuckle appeared to be at no particular risk.

There was a very quiet snort from the back-seat. Almost as if Holmes had just heard Watson’s completely amateur explanation of the what had happened to the murder victim in the hours preceding his grisly death.

‘I suspect’ started Sherlock McEvoy, ‘That an air and/or vacuum hose of some variety has become dethatched leading to the engine switching quickly into a self-preservation limp mode. Likely cause? The Bavarian crested marmot. They like to digest rubber in the confines of a warm bonneted car’.

As dusk approached, the web-spiders where shepherded back to their pens and a calm quiet settled into the car.

In what has been an incredibly unstable year, I feel lucky that a flight to Munich booked pre-pandemic for some cycling in Germany ended up in Italy and played out exactly as it had. 2021 seems an awfully long way away. Success would be a full Peloton tour and narrow squinted eyes towards Dripping’s rear wheel.

Get out and ride my little schweinshaxe.

Hoppo

#PelotonNews

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xxprincessjewelsxx · 7 years ago

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The Lunar Mark (Xiumin Werewolf!au fic) Chapter 14

Warnings: short filler chapter

Ch. 1 Ch. 2 Ch. 3 Ch. 4 Ch. 5 Ch. 6 Ch. 7 Ch. 8 Ch. 9 Ch. 10 Ch. 11 Ch. 12 Ch.13 Ch. 14 Ch. 15(M) Ch. 16

Over the next few days you began to heal well; most of your time was spent relaxing in Junmyeon’s oversized chair that he had given up for you to be able to stretch out and relax in while you were relaxing with the rest of the pack.

Much to Minseok’s annoyance it was Baekhyun’s and Chanyeol’s antics that were keeping you entertained most of the time, Sehun would show you some of his fire tricks, and there were several times he caught you knitting with the other girls.

It was on the sixth day that you woke up early leaving a snoring Minseok to rest while you snuck downstairs to sit on the porch with a large cup of coffee. The sun was rising, the birds were beginning their morning songs, but the surrounding forest was still silent.

“You’re up early,” a voice said, startling you.

Turning around you saw Luhan standing there holding his own cup of coffee. “I could say the same about you.”

“I’m always up at this time...nobody really realizes it because they’re still fast asleep,” he replied with a smiled. Sitting down next to you, you sat in silence, enjoying the quiet, sunrise, and coffee. After a while he finally spoke up again. “So what’s on your mind that has you up this early?”

“Well...I would normally be up this early to take care of my animals and get an early start on collecting herbs or heading to the northern village to sell things,” you replied, “I’m worried about my home.”

He was silent for a moment. “Isn’t this your new home? You accepted Minseok, right?”

“I didn’t mean it like that,” you replied, “I want to be here with Minseok...but I’m worried about my animals and my garden.”

“Come with me,” he said grabbing your wrist and pulling you off of the porch and around the back of the house, “Minseok made these for you.”

In front of you were what looked to be an animal pen and definitely a garden bed that needed some dirt. “Baekhyun said something about this...”

“I haven’t had any visions about your house or animals...they don’t always work like that, but maybe if Kris and Junmyeon give the okay some of us can go check on your house. Maybe bring your animals an transfer some of your plants here,” he said.

“I already sent Tao, Jongin, and Kyungsoo,” a voice said. Turning you saw Kris standing there. “They took the cart, if the guards didn’t go back and destroy anything, they’ll bring back what they can...and only what they can...I don’t want to make multiple trips. Luhan...I would like to speak to Y/N.”

Luhan nodded and gave you one last look before going inside and closing the door behind him. Looking back at me Kris gave a small smile.

“Don’t be alarmed, Y/N...it’s nothing bad, just some stuff about the household,” he said, earning a nod from you, “The females of our pack tend to handle the everyday chores and cooking, and the males do the hunting and patrolling. Don’t take that as anything against whatever strength you may have, our mates are very dear to us and if any of you were to get hurt patrolling or hunting...we couldn’t live with ourselves.”

You nodded listening to what he had to say and you completely understood his reasoning behind it. Not only that, from seeing how everyone interacted with each other this probably wasn’t a one person decision.

“Now...normally you female would duke it out to see who is alpha, and whether or not she was the mate of the alpha male it would matter. Eunha is the alpha-”

“I have no feelings to fight for top spot,” I said, cutting him off, “I was born being considered a runt and have no place to even consider that.”

“As I was saying, Eunha is the alpha female, that being said she will most likely make a chore list or just hand out chores in the morning,” he continued, “I think that about covers it...Welcome to our pack,Y/N.”

“Thank you...” you said, watching as he walked back in the house. ‘I’m part of a pack...’

“Kris told me that you handed out chores in the morning, but since I was up I started on breakfast,” you said, as Eunha walked into the kitchen to see you busily working on food for the household.

“I don’t mind it one bit,” she said, “If you’re up then feel free to get started on it, the sooner the better for those boys who will think they’re starving to death.”

“I smell food.”

“Is that breakfast?”

“I’m starving!”

“Hey no pushing!”

“OW! You stepped on my foot!”

A commotion began upstairs before several thuds caused you to look at Eunha in concern.

“You had been sleeping so soundly you hadn’t noticed all of this...the boys were pushing each other as they ran down the hall...and then they all fell down the stairs. Don’t worry, they’re fine...happens every morning,” she said.

Soon Baek, Chan, Jongdae, and Sehun ran into the dining room still trying to push each other our of the way.

“Always hold the food until the others get downstairs or else these guys will eat all of it,” Eunha said, “They should know by now that their food isn’t going to be given to them until the others are down here so I’m at a loss as to why they still rush down here so fast...unless they just can’t control their wolf in the morning. Oh, one more thing...it may seem unfair to us. But even as females, though we can control our appetite...we don’t eat until they’re done unless you want the chance of a riot occurring or your plate disappearing if you turn your back.”

As you continued to cook the rest of the pack (minus Tao, Jongin, and Kyungsoo) descended from their rooms and took a place at the large dining table. Plates barely hit the table before food was being shoveled into mouths...no one ever said that werewolves had good table manners. Especially since some of them were still laughing and joking with their mouths full of food. Even the two pack leaders lost all sense of composure after food was set in front of them.

However, it was Minseok you noticed who was absentmindedly eating his foot. Completely ignoring the chaos going on around him as he ate his food and after a few moments standing and leaving.

You managed to snatch his plate before Sehun could and you followed Minseok upstairs and to his room where he was shedding himself of his shirt. A blush came to your cheeks. You had seen him him without a shirt before but now it was different...

“Aren’t...aren’t you hungry?” you questioned, holding up his half eaten plate of food.

“I am,” he replied in a low voice, his eyes flashing red as he looked at you.

“Well I brought your breakfast up here-ah!” you let out a gasp as you suddenly found yourself pushed up against the door, the plate of food falling to the floor with a crash, “Min...Minseok...”

“You don’t know how hard it’s been for me,” he whispered in your ear, “Waiting...I knew you had to be completely healed from everything you went through but still.” He stopped, nuzzling his nose into your hair. “It hasn’t been long, but know that my mate was sleeping next to me...I can feel that you’re healed...I know it’s soon but I want nothing more than to throw you on the bed, dominate you, feel you under me, love you, mark you.”

He pushed his body against yours, causing you to feel the bulge that was forming in his pants. Feeling that it was like something snapped within you, your mate needed you and you weren’t going to deny him...

To be continued....

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bubursalmon · 5 years ago

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Movement Control Order MCO #1 Diary

Day #15 Wed 2020/04/01 Today is the first day of MCO #2. MCO #2 will end on 2020/04/14

Day #14 Tue 2020/03/31 Today is the last day of MCO #1. MCO #2 will take effect from 2020/04/01 to 2020/04/14

We ran out of bread. So for breakfast my wife baked an orange flavoured raisin cake

Day #13 Mon 2020/03/30

Orange flavoured raisin cake

Lunch: cooked bee hoon with last night's left-over surplus curry chicken dinner dish

Plants are like humans: they also need nourishment to grow. After completing the indoor jogging workout in the car porch I reminded myself to water the three bulbs of shallots with discarded wash water for rice. Of the three bulbs, one is already sprouting leaves. Had a very satisfying workout today: Distance: 5.79 km. Steps: 8,408 steps. Avg heart rate: 118 bpm. Cadence: 119 steps/min. Avg pace: 12 min/km. No of rounds: 234 rounds. Burned: 156 KCal

Day #12 Sun 2020/03/29

Today we decided to have something simple, light and easy to make for lunch. With the few remaining sweet potatoes left in the kitchen shelf, my wife mashed them into a paste. Molding the sweet potato paste with flour and some oil into balls she turned them into golden brown sweet potato balls by baking in the air fryer.

Day #11 Sat 2020/03/28

What do you do when you get up from your sleep in the semi-darkness of dawn at 5.30 am in the morning? Unable to go back to sleep no matter how many times I tossed about in the bed, I decided to go downstairs to the car porch to do some exercise. Feeling refreshed by exercising in the crisp morning fresh air, after 10 minutes of taijiquan followed by about 40 min of ping shuai gong hand swinging exercise, I carried on with about an hour of jogging in the driveway of the car porch until the semi-darkness of the compound gradually turned to light with the sun rising. As I ran round the driveway, and at each turn beside the party wall I watched in fascination at my silhouette as the streetlight in front of the house cast a shadow on the wall of the image of a person jogging.

My Mi Fit band recorded the following stats. Distance: 4.05 km. Steps 5,880 steps. Duration: 00:52:26. Avg heart rate: 113 bpm. Cadence: 112 steps/min. Avg pace: 12.93 min/km. No of rounds: 163 rounds. Burned: 108 KCal

Day #10 Fri 2020/03/27

My one shopping bag was not enough to store all the groceries. In a time of need many thanks to this grocer who provides shoppers with free used paper boxes to store their purchases.

Day #9 Thu 2020/03/26

Due to the MCO I can't run outdoor and I can't do it inside the house other than in the car porch because I don't have a treadmill at home. After looking up on the subject of running on a treadmill, I come to the conclusion that my jogging in circles in the confined space of the car porch offers the same physical and mental challenges and health benefits as running on a treadmill. Today's jogging stats. Distance: 4.78 km. Steps 6,945 steps. Duration: 00:59:01. Avg heart rate: 117 bpm. Cadence: 118 steps/min. Avg pace: 12.33 min/km. Cycle: 190 rounds

Tired of eating take-away food? Why not make some spring onion pancakes (葱油饼). They are easy to make and they go very well with black coffee

Buying groceries. Temperature check at the entrance. There is another RELA officer stationed further inside the shop who dispenses sanitisers for shoppers to clean their hands. Only one person is allowed to enter the shop after a customer inside has exit from the premises. I was given a ticket number #155. So I reckon I must be the 155th customer patronising this grocery shop today.

Day #8 Wed 2020/03/25

Today the government announced that the MCO will be extended further by 14 days to Tue April 14

Indoor jogging 🏃‍♂️at the car porch. Ran around in a circle in the driveway 154 times. If I keep going like this consistently everyday I should be able to comfortably raise the bar to 5.0 km run by next week. Jogged 4.07 km. Duration: 00:47:45 Steps: 5,549 steps. Average cadence: 116 steps/min. Average stride: 72 cm Average heart rate: 115 bpm. Burned: 392 Kcal

Day #7 Tue 2020/03/24

Hero Market. Normal supply of meat, vegetables, fruits and other consumer goods are available for sale in the store. No need for panic buying. Bought some vegetables and eggs.

However the supermarket implements some sort of social distancing by limiting the number of people who can enter the store to buy goods at any one time.

Outside the store, shoppers consciously practiced social distancing by queuing up in an orderly manner and standing about 1 metre apart from each other and all of them wear face masks.

There is a security guard at the entrance to dispense hand sanitizer for hand cleaning before allowing customers to step inside.

Indoor jogging on the driveway of the car porch. On Day #6 I clocked 3.55 km. Today I stopped running after clocking 4.05 km. Before the MCO I always like to walk and jog outdoor. However this MCO has forced me to think of a creative way to exercise indoor. Distance: 4.05 km Duration: 50 min Steps :5,850 steps Average speed: 4.86 km/hr Average pace: 12.3 min/km Average heart rate: 114 bpm Average stride: 67cm Cadence: 117 steps/min Average cycle: 36 steps / round Total cycle: 163 times round the driveway Burned: 415 kcal of energy

Day #6 Mon 2020/03/23

As I can't go outside the house due to the MCO, I decided to exercise indoor to keep fit. So after doing 1500 counts of arm swinging and knee bending movements of PSG for about 40 min I upped the ante by jogging non-stop round and round on the driveway in the car porch and what I found surprises me. Based on 30 steps per round, in jogging a total distance of 3.55 km I had circled the car porch 153 times in 37 min 36 sec, executed 4,599 steps, burned 441 kcal of energy and pumped my heart up to the average of 118 bpm. Thus calculating mathematically, if I were to run a marathon in the driveway I would have to run in circles for about 1,818 times in the confined space of the car porch! In addition I had also clocked the average pace of 10.5 min/km, average cadence of 122 steps/min and average stride of 70 cm.

Day #5 Sun 2020/03/22

Day# 4 Sat 2020/03/21

Buying groceries and breakfast at PUJ 3

Day #3 Fri 2020/03/20 Stayed at home the whole day. In the afternoon submitted my claim for the roof leakage rectification work by e-mail to Allianz General Insurance complete with a detail report and colour photographs. Did 3 rounds of PSG at 6.15 pm.

Tonight’s home cooked dinner

There is an announcement in the news that the army has been called up to help the police man the check points starting on Sun 2020/03/22

Day #2 Thu 2020/03/19 In the morning Anna cooked ginger chicken for Amy to eat. In the afternoon at about 2 pm we brought the food to Amy’s home in Sierra 16. We made sure we wore face masks before leaving the house.

We were happy that Amy’s fever were gone. Played with Ellie until 4 pm when we left Sierra 16 for home.

On the way back home at PUJ 5 we saw that the police had set up a road block to check on motorists.

Day #1 Wed 2020/03/18

Aeon Shopping Mall Taman Equine. Almost empty and very quiet mall on the first day of the movement control order. All businesses are closed except for those offering essential services eg supermarkets, banks, post office, courier services, mobile phone services, pharmacies, insurance companies, food deliveries, eateries, etc. Eateries that are opened can only serve take-away meals and no dining-in are allowed. I'm beginning to see some signs of social distancing being practised by the people. Rather than idling in the mall I saw most people just quickly moved on and left the premises after making their purchases.

The supermarket is well stocked with food, toiletries and other common consumer items so there is no need to panic and worry about shortages. I came here to buy bread because due to the panic buying of the past few days I was unable to get my hands on even a single loaf of bread.

Doing the Ping Shuai Gong hand swinging and knee bending exercise inside the house at the car porch while it was raining outside. The wind brought some welcome relief to the stifling afternoon heat inside the house On the first day of the movement control order essential services like rubbish collection, courier and food delivery services are still operating. Other than that the streets outside are quiet as most of the residents are staying home in compliance with the order. I appeal to everyone to play a constructive role in helping the government to contain the Covid-19 pandemic by taking this movement control order seriously for the next two weeks. So try not to go out unless necessary and duduk diam diam di dalam rumah faham?

#Movement Control Order #MCO #Aeon Shopping Centre Tmn Maluri

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