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dawnagustd · 3 years ago

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off duty || jhs

→ pairing: single dad!hoseok x female reader → genre: smut, fluff → au/trope: slight friends to lovers, bdsm au, dilf!hoseok, single parent au, nanny!reader, ceo!hoseok → summary: Mr. Jung helps you enjoy your night off. → rating: 18+ → warnings: mentions infidelity(not hoseok), mentions divorce, mentions bad parenting(not hoseok), alcohol consumption, inappropriate relationship between boss and employee, manhandling, sex rooms, rough sex, unprotected sex, heavy BDSM themes, sir kink, light thigh riding/grinding, color system, bondage, fingering, double penetration, breast/nipple play, overstimulation, choking/breath play, sex toys, anal & anal play, punishment & obedience play, impact play in the form of spanking/slapping, spitting, degradation, cum swallowing, squirting, deep throating, scent kink if you squint, hair pulling, gagging, wax play, begging, dom!hoseok, sub!reader, pain kink, dirty talk, marking, oral sex(f. & m. receiving), face fucking, aftercare happens but not mentioned, name calling, orgasm control, cunnilingus, multiple orgasms mentions pregnancy, multiple positions, edging, use of lube, light sub training, heavy explicit smut and mature themes of bdsm nature; please proceed with caution. → word count: 10k

→ a/n: This is a new and improved version of Off Duty. Thank you @hobeemin for the beautiful banner. This is a repost from my old blog that needed a lot of work so I made some changes. Special thanks to my beta readers @chateautae & @yoon2k for looking over this and helping me clean it up...and for the supportive comments/feedback. I hope you all enjoy this version as much, if not more than the older one.

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It’s been nearly six years since you became a nanny for the Jung residence. You’ve been their babysitter since before the baby was born, being hired a month before Mrs. Jung had even given birth. Well, former Mrs. Jung, you should say.

Mr. Jung’s ex-wife decided that being a stay-at-home mother was not the life for a well-known model. The selfish bitch left her family before Nari even made it to a year of age. You remember how Mr. Jung would lock himself in his office and deal with the stress of his divorce alone, not wanting his daughter to see him in that state.

You’d hear him throw things across the room sometimes as you passed by, but you never mentioned it to him. It was hard to watch the man tear himself apart over a woman who didn’t even deserve him. He loved her and did anything to make her happy, but that still wasn’t enough.

She had pretended to be in love with him the entire time, only realizing that she couldn’t keep it up anymore when she figured out how much babies cry at night. Initially, you weren’t supposed to be a full-time nanny; you were only hired to look after Nari during the day and whenever Mrs. Jung was out, since her husband was busy running a company. The problem with that was she was always gone, and only returned in the evenings so she could bother Mr. Jung about money.

She never checked on the baby at night either. You’d often have to beg Mr. Jung to let you take Nari so that he could get some much-needed rest. That poor excuse of a woman never held her baby girl, never talked to her, never sang her a lullaby. She never did any of the things a mother should have been doing with her newborn baby.

The last straw for your boss was when she hired another babysitter just because you had to leave for a few hours to go to a doctor’s appointment. You’d never seen him that angry before. When you called and told him that a middle-aged woman was in his home, claiming to be Nari’s sitter, he came right away. Hoseok couldn’t believe that his wife would leave their child with a stranger.

When she arrived home that night, her stuff was already packed, and he politely told her to return to wherever she had come from. She didn’t put up much of a fight, and when it was time to go through their divorce, she told her lawyer that she didn’t want anything because her new boyfriend could buy her anything she wanted. It wasn’t a surprise that she already had someone else because there have always been speculations of her cheating on Mr. Jung. There just wasn’t any proof until then.

However, what was shocking was the fact that she wanted to sign over her parental rights. She stated that she never wanted to be a mother in the first place–she only agreed to have a baby with her husband because she thought it would make him drop the prenuptial agreement that stopped her from claiming most of his assets had they divorce.

When her plan didn’t work, she went out and found an older man with lots of money who was too blinded by lust to protect his wealth, leaving her husband and daughter behind so she could live her new life. She never loved Hoseok, and she never loved Nari; she only used them to get to her real true love; money.

So, that’s why you’re here now—playing princess and pirates for the fourth time this week. Your face is covered in lipstick and your hair matted with glitter. You’re certain that you’ll have to shampoo about five times before it comes out, but you don’t care. You don’t mind getting messy if it means putting a smile on Nari’s face. You only took this job in the beginning because you needed to earn some extra money. It was supposed to be part-time; no nights and no weekends unless requested by the parents.

But here you are six years later, staring at a little girl that you didn’t give birth to but still love like she’s yours. You couldn’t imagine life without her—without them. You’ve grown close to Mr. Jung as well. So close that, when you two are alone, he wants you to call him Hoseok.

Your relationship does have its boundaries, though, and no one has ever crossed those lines. Well, maybe once or twice, but still. You both do a decent job at keeping things platonic. You consider him more of a friend than anything, and the conversations you have are mainly about his daughter and what’s happened while he was at work.

“Aha! Here are my two favorite girls. I figured you’d be in here.”

The familiar voice makes you turn around, and you find your boss standing in the doorframe with an amused expression. You probably look ridiculous, and he’s not afraid to tell you either.

“Well, aren’t you a sight,” Hoseok comments, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Daddy!” Nari squeals, abandoning your princess and pirate-themed tea party so she can greet her father.

He scoops her up in his arms and kisses her on the forehead. She then hugs him tightly, probably getting glitter all over his expensive button-down. Of course, he doesn’t care if she gets a stain on it; he’s just happy to see his daughter.

No matter how busy Hoseok is or how long his day has been, he still finds time to spend with Nari. So when he enters her bedroom, you take it as your queue to leave and let them have their usual daddy-daughter time. But as you’re passing the two of them on your way out, Nari calls your name.

“Yes, love,” you answer, pushing some hair behind her ear.

“Did you pack my blankie? I want to take it with me tomorrow.” There’s a twinkle in her eyes when she looks at you. A confidence in you that she doesn’t have in anyone else. She knows you’ll have everything prepared for her, whether she asks or not.

“I sure did. I put your blankie right on top so when you open your bag, it’ll be right there,” you assure her.

When she yawns, a fake pout appears on Hoseok’s face.

“Don’t tell me you’re too tired to play with daddy. You girls must have had a lot of fun today, huh?”

“Yes, we did. We went to the park after school. Didn’t we, Nari? You should show daddy that cool rock you found by the swings.” You pick some glitter out of her hair and sprinkle it on the floor.

When she doesn’t respond, you take a peek at her face and discover that she’s fallen asleep in her dad’s arms. Hoseok looks at you with a raised eyebrow, and you give him a nod to let him know that she’s done for the night. She’ll most likely sleep through her bath; she really did have a long day.

“Such a cute little angel,” you whisper, kissing her forehead.

“Oh, is she now? So why does your face and hair look like that?” He tries to suppress his laugh since Nari is asleep, but his smile tells you he’s cracking up internally.

You mouth the words “fuck you” and head straight for the door. You’ve also had a long day, and you’d like to get some rest before you have to prepare yourself for one of the most bittersweet moments of your life–Nari’s first sleepover.

Her best friend Lana has invited her over for the weekend. She’s very excited and has been going on about it all week. You, on the other hand, are a nervous wreck. You’ve been checking her little duffel bag all day, trying to make sure she has everything she needs.

A part of you wants her to change her mind and stay home with you and her father, but you know that she wants some independence, and that makes you proud. Unlike you, Hoseok is taking it pretty well, and he’s even teased you about not wanting to ‘cut the umbilical cord.’ You’ll try your hardest not to cry tomorrow because he’ll never let you live it down if you do.

“Goodnight, y/n. Try not to worry too much okay,” he whispers just as you’re stepping out of the room.

You turn in his direction and offer a small smile.

“Goodnight, Hoseok. I’ll try.”

Walking through the mansion alone in the evening feels odd. It’s so quiet without Nari. You can’t help but wonder if she’s okay? Or if she misses you just as much as you miss her? You know that she’s in good hands, so there’s no need for you to worry, but this is your first-time spending a night apart; of course, you’re not taking this well.

After you dropped her off at Lana’s, you decided to come back home and make your boss a nice dinner for his birthday. You’ve always loved cooking, and you had even attended culinary school before working here. You would have graduated, but you ran out of funds about three months before graduation.

There were always plans to go back but you never got around to it. Probably because you know that Nari needs you. Hoseok is a great father, but he can’t look after her alone, and it’d be difficult to find someone else that he can trust.

Your boss was surprised to see food spread out on the dining room table when he arrived home, and he was even more thrilled when he realized you made his favorite. He knew about dinner, but he expected you to order something since you had to drive across town to take his daughter to her friend’s sleepover earlier. Obviously, you had other plans.

For the first time, the two of you sat down and enjoyed a meal together while he vented about his problems at the office. You always enjoy hearing about his day because it reminds you about life outside of the mansion.

You love being Nari’s nanny, but being a full-time caretaker often puts a strain on your social life. And it’s placed a larger hold on your personal life. Let’s just say that it’s been a long time since you’ve had someone special. It hasn’t been entirely dormant; you’ve definitely had some fun with a few of the maids. Luckily for you, your boss has excellent taste when it comes to picking his staff.

There have been a couple of encounters with Hoseok as well. Like a few weeks ago when you decided to take a couple of shots after Nari went to sleep. The night started with an innocent game of UNO and ended with his face buried between your legs—

“What are you up to?” Hoseok’s voice directs your attention towards the end of the hallway.

He’s heading towards his home office, a glass of his favorite Bourbon in hand.

“Oh nothing, just trying to find something to do. You know, since little miss Lana has stolen my best friend.”

You look at the floor, kicking some imaginary dirt with your feet. Your boss chuckles and takes a sip of his drink.

“Looks like you need this more than me; want some?” He offers you his glass of alcohol.

You accept it and take a huge gulp of the amber liquid, which was a big mistake because it feels like your throat is on fire.

“That’s so fucking strong!” You hand it back to him while you’re still coughing and choking from the liquor.

“Because you’re a lightweight,” he teases before downing the rest of his drink.

“Ha, ha! Very funny, but are you really about to spend your birthday working overtime?”

Hoseok looks at you and shrugs.

“And what else should I be doing, hm?” He pulls out his keys, preparing to unlock his office door.

You’re about to ask him to come and watch a movie with you, but then you notice the black door on the other side of the hall. He’s only allowed you to peek inside once, and some of the maids have told you stories about what’s in there or what he does in there, you should say. A few of them have actually spent some time in there with him, and that makes you a little jealous. How come he’s never invited you to play?

“Well, I do have one idea.”

His mouth opens to speak, but then his eyes follow yours and he immediately gets defensive.

“Oh, fuck no. Are you out of your mind?” He shakes his head in disbelief and proceeds to unlock his door again, but you step in front of him.

“Hoseok, please! We’ve already done things before, and don’t you remember the list you told me to write? I know you still have it.”

“One, we were drunk. And two, I’ve already shown you what’s in there. Now move, I have work to do.”

You groan, not understanding what the big deal is.

“But I want to do more than just see it, Hoseok. Why can’t you just take me in there and fuck me like you’ve been doing with your maids?”

Your boldness nearly makes his eyeballs pop out.

“What? No, I’m not fucking you. That’s crossing the line, and you know that,” he argues.

That should have ended the conversation, but you’re stubborn, and you won’t take no for an answer. Flipping your hair behind your shoulder, you fold your arms and give him a stern look.

“It wasn’t crossing the line when you were eating my pus–”

Suddenly, your boss’s hand is wrapped around your throat as he pushes your back into the nearest wall.

“You better watch your fucking mouth, slut. Don’t forget who you’re talking to,” he growls, using his knee to push your legs apart.

“I think you should remind me of who I’m talking to, Sir.” Feeling bratty, you begin unbuttoning your shirt so he can see that you aren’t wearing a bra.

His eyes linger on your exposed skin for a moment before his focus returns to your face. You don’t miss the way nibbles on his bottom lip. He’s thinking, and that’s a good sign because at least he isn’t going to flat out deny you.

“I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you? You want me to take you in there and fuck that tight cunt of yours, hm?” He squeezes gently, his noses traveling along your jawline as he takes in your scent and sighs. “You should tell me to stop.”

You close your eyes as you feel him slowly taking control over your breathing, only letting a small amount of air pass through. He pushes his leg between your thighs and presses against your clothed heat, drawing soft moans from you.

“But I don’t want you to stop.” Your words are barely audible, but he hears you loud and clear.

“Then what do you want? Remind me again.”

The dizziness you feel from the lack of oxygen makes you feel like you’re floating off the ground. Like gravity doesn’t even exist. However, it is very short-lived because you forget to answer Hoseok, and he’s pissed.

“I asked you a fucking question!” He shouts directly into your face, setting the drink down to slap your cheek lightly. Not to hurt you but to pull you from your dazed state. However, you liked it more than you should have.

Hoseok allows you to get some air so you can speak but doesn’t remove his hand from your throat.

“I want to play with you, Sir.” His eyes squint as they examine your expression while he teases your pussy with his thick thigh. You’re a mess, but you know he’ll make you a complete wreck. “Please?”

“I’ll ruin you; you know. Are you sure you want me to do that?” The way he says it sends chills down your spine, but also sends heat straight to your center.

“Yes, Sir.” You make eye contact with him, so he knows you’re serious. “Your slut would like that very much.” Your voice is raspy from being deprived of oxygen, but you manage to get your words out.

He then nods and pulls away from you, turning towards the black door you’ve been whining about. “You’re lucky that I’ve been thinking about your cunt all day.”

He starts typing in the code on the keypad, but he pauses before he can finish. All his movements stop, and he turns to you with a serious expression.

“Let’s pause for a minute,” he requests.

You’re confused but you nod, nevertheless. “What’s up?”

“Are you sure you want this? Seriously, I don’t think you understand what happens in there. If you want, you can just look inside and leave before you get too curious.”

You don’t have to think about it too much; of course, you want this, have for a long time.

“Yeah, I do. But only if you’re comfortable with it too. I don’t want you to participate only to please me,” you reply.

“That’s definitely not my reason for caution, but if you insist, I guess we’ll do it.” He leans against the door and stares at you before he speaks again.

“There are some things I need to go over with you first, though.”

“What’s up?” You fold your arms and wait for him to reply.

“I have rules. A lot of rules, but I won’t enforce all of them tonight because this is your first time.”

He continues after you give him a nod.

“I need you to understand that whatever happens in this room stays in this room. There’s nothing to be ashamed of and there is nothing you cannot tell me. So, if you want to try something that’s not on the list you gave me, just tell me. I’ll do my best to see it through.”

“And if you want me to stop at any point, you let me know. Don’t wait around until it’s unbearable. I am the Dominant and you will be my submissive but that does not mean I get to take advantage of you. Do you understand that?”

“I understand and I’ll remember it when I’m in there. Promise.” You tell him.

The small praise he gives you for your answer makes you feel like you’re levitating.

“And remember that I’m no longer Hoseok when we go in there. I’m Sir. Do not address me as anything else unless I tell you to. You break the rules, you get punished and I end the game. You won’t come, and I won’t touch you again. You got that?”

“Yeah. I got it.” You do your best to hide your excitement, working overtime to keep your smile at bay.

Hoseok rolls his eyes and carries on unlocking the door. When the correct code is entered, the door unlocks, and he opens it slightly. You try to peek over his shoulder to see what’s inside, but he blocks your view and turns around.

“I cannot stress this enough. Please make sure you follow directions. Nothing pisses me off more than a disobedient sub. I’ll give you one fuck up, but that’s it. I don’t have time to train you, so you’ll have to learn quickly.”

He finally steps aside so you can see, then turns on the lights. Hoseok tells you to enter and your excitement only grows. Your legs move quickly before he can change his mind.

Once inside, you discover a world you’ve only read about in online chat rooms and seen in porn. The room is large, bigger than your entire bedroom. A gasp escapes you when you lay eyes on the multiple toys and devices along the walls. This isn’t a room; it’s his dungeon.

Sex swings and shackles hang from the ceiling, and a huge four-poster bed sits on the right side of the room. It’s draped with black satin sheets and matching red restraints are attached to each bed post. Sybians and some other machines are stationed in different areas of the room. You’ve seen some of these before but most you aren’t familiar with. There’s an X-cross near the back wall, and you make a mental note to ask him about it later. Something about it intrigues you but aren’t sure if you’re ready to be flogged yet.

Tables of all shapes and sizes are scattered about, some with restraints and some without. The whole room is truly breathtaking, but what really catches your eye are the wide selection of plugs aligning the wall to your right.

“I have something special for you; those are just for display.”

You almost forgot that Hoseok was in the room, and his voice startles you. When you turn around, you suddenly realize how close he is to you. So close that you feel as if you’re being surrounded by the scent of his cologne. You’d be lying if you said it wasn’t addicting.

“O-Oh, okay. Thanks.” You’re suddenly feeling a bit shy. It’s only occurred to you now that your boss is about to see you completely naked, and your self-conscious thoughts start getting the better of you.

Hoseok seems to sense your unease, and gives your arm a gentle squeeze. You aren’t sure how he does it, but just a simple touch from him relaxes your nerves a bit. However, the softness of his tone fades in the blink of an eye, indicating that the games are about to begin.

“Follow the rules, and we won’t have any problems. Okay?”

“I will, Sir,” you reply.

He grabs your chin and tilts your head up so you can look at him.

“That’s a good slut. Now turn towards the wall and strip. Take off everything and do not turn around until I tell you to. Understand?” His praises fuel you with the confidence you need to do as he asks, forgetting about the jitters and nervousness you had previously.

“Yes, Sir.”

You turn in the opposite direction and begin the task of taking off your clothes as he ordered. You try your best not to let your curiosity get to you because the last thing you want is for him to end playtime. You know that he’d never agree to this again if you fuck up.

“We’ll be using colors for communication tonight. Are you familiar with the color system?” His voice decreases in volume the further away he goes, but you can still hear him clearly.

“I’ve read about it, but I cannot say that I’m confident, Sir.” You fold all of your clothing and neatly place them on the floor beside you.

“Well, let’s go over them briefly. You have a sharp mind so I’m certain you’ll remember them.” You can hear him rummaging through drawers, running water, and messing with different things as he speaks.

“There are three colors you need to remember. Green, yellow, and red. If I ask you at any point how you’re doing, you’ll respond with one of those colors. Are you with me so far?” he quizzes.

“Green, yellow, and red. Yes, I’ll remember them, Sir.”

“Perfect. Now let me tell you what each of them mean. Green is good; it means you’re doing okay, and I can keep going. You can say yellow if you want me to ease up or slow down. You can also say yellow if you’re a little nervous about something we’re about to try. Lastly, and this is most important. Red means stop. Simply as that. You call red, and it’s over, okay. Now repeat everything back to me.”

You clear your throat to make sure he can hear you.

“Green means that it feels good, and I want you to continue, yellow means slow down, and red means stop, Sir.”

He does a slow clap, praising you for paying attention. “Very good, slut. Keep it up, and I might let you suck my cock.” You almost choke when you hear those filthy words coming from your boss. “That’s a pretty toy you have back there, but it’s only going to get in my way,” he adds, referencing your sparkly anal plug.

Heat rises to your cheeks, and you try to distract yourself by letting your eyes wander over your body. Thankfully, you’re prepared and your skin is nice and smooth. You aren’t sure what all Hoseok has planned for you, but you’re sure he’s going to see every inch of you.

Speaking of, where did Hoseok go? It’s quiet, too quiet for your liking.

Did he change his mind? He wouldn’t just leave you here if he did, would he? You let your curiosity get the best of you and turn around to see if he’s still in the room. However, that was a mistake because you find your boss standing directly behind you. He wears a sly smirk on his face; his arms are folded as if he was expecting you to fuck up.

“Sorry, I thought you left.” You lower your head, but then his finger gently slips under your chin and lifts it.

“Even if I left. Did I ever say you could turn around?” he sighs.

“No, Sir. You didn’t.”

“You are really testing my patience already, so don’t fuck up again.” He begins walking towards the back of the room, this time motioning for you to follow. When he stops by a table near the corner, he pats it a few times.

“Come here and lie down. Quickly. Before I change my mind.” He starts rolling up his sleeves, making you gulp at the sight of the thick veins running along his arms.

Honestly, you wish he’d just bend you over and fuck you already, but this is what you asked for, so you’ll have to play by the rules if you want that to happen.

Once you’re seated, you lie on your back and wait for your boss’s next command. The cold leather combined with your shaky nerves has you shivering, but you don’t voice any complaints.

“Are you cold or scared?” he asks you, and you lift your head to respond.

“A little bit of both, Sir.”

Unfortunately, the table doesn’t accommodate your entire body, so your legs are left dangling in an awkward position. Your feet are barely touching the ground.

“Thank you for being honest with me. That’s very good, slut.” He places a bundle of rope on your stomach, and your mind begins to drift to all kinds of naughty thoughts. “If you push yourself up a bit and rest your head on the head rest, you’ll be more comfortable. And try not to worry about the temperature, I’ll warm you up in a minute.”

You take Hoseok’s advice and make yourself more comfortable while he moves over to the right side of you. He then binds your wrist with the straps connected to the table. When it’s secure enough for him, he leans over and does the same with the other, tugging them both gently and asking you if they’re okay. The fit is snug but there is no pain or discomfort, so you let him know you’re okay with them.

After grabbing the rope, he crouches down, and you can no longer see what he’s doing. All you can feel is him tying your ankles to the table’s legs, and before you know it, you’re completely immobile and at his mercy.

“How are we doing?” he quizzes.

“We’re doing fine, Sir.” There’s a shakiness in your voice that makes his head tilt, and he assumes you’re uncomfortable.

“What’s our color, slut?”

“Green, Sir. I’m just a little eager, I guess.” You lift your head slightly to look at him, and you’re met with that same little smirk.

“Very good,” he praises. “But don’t get too excited; it’s going to be a long night for you.”

Five minutes later, you’re an absolute mess on Hoseok’s table. He recommended stimulation to raise your body temperature, but you did not expect him to pull out one of his toys to do so. Also, you had no idea he meant this kind of stimulation. Never in your life did you think you’d be bound to a table with a wand pressed firmly against your clit.

The vibrations cause you to squirm, but your restraints provide no room for escape. If the settings were lowered a bit, it wouldn’t be so intense. Hoseok notices your discomfort immediately, and does a quick check in.

“Talk to me.” He squirts some lube on the wand, twisting the device to mix the substance with your arousal.

“Yellow, Sir. I think. No, sorry. Yellow’s my color, Sir.”

“You wanna try something else?” He lowers the intensity and prepares to remove it all together on your call.

“No, Sir. I-I guess I just need a minute to get in the mood,” you answer truthfully.

Hoseok nods in response then walks around the table to speak into your ear. His voice sends tingles through your body, making you shiver even more.

“Need some help?” He starts with a kiss on the shell of your ear, and slowly makes his way down your neck.

“Yes, Sir.” The moaning following your words is accidental, but your boss finds it amusing nevertheless. His lips curl into a smirk before his teeth graze your skin ever so gently. However, the sensation riles you up, and your breathing starts to get heavier with every touch.

“Take it easy,” he whispers while reaching out to fondle with your breasts.

He kneads them and admires how they mold in his hand. Your body is slowly starting to adjust to the atmosphere, and any unease is replaced by pleasure.

When his fingers begin to twirl and gently pinch your aroused nipples, a gasp leaves your mouth and your head lolls towards him in hope that his lips will muffle your small cries.

“Sir. Please.”

“Does this feel good?” His tongue flattens and makes a journey to your jaw line, nipping the flesh with his teeth and then leaving a small kiss to soothe the patch of skin.

“Mmhm. Yes, Sir. God, it feels so good,” you reply. Your body has finally adapted to the intense vibrations, and now the familiar feeling is steadily rising to its peak.

“I think you just wanted my attention. Didn’t you slut? It seems like she’s having fun too.” Hoseok’s head motions towards your lower body, where your hips absentmindedly circle on the lube-covered device. “My table’s getting sticky already.”

He stays in the position he’s in and watches you for a moment. His lips remain pressed against your flesh, leaving gentle kisses at random.

“That’s it. Grind your pussy on that for a bit while I go and grab something,” Hoseok then whispers in your ear. He gives your tits one final squeeze before he abandons them and stands up.

Your boss then disappears somewhere behind you, but you’re too busy chasing your high to be concerned about his whereabouts. You’ve never had any problems with making yourself come, and the lubrication makes it easy to drag your clit on the wand’s head.

It doesn’t take long before your tiny whimpers to elevate into blissful moans. Hoseok hears your whining and panting, and a loud clunk fills the room, indicating he’s dropped something. When he speaks, his tone becomes rough and filled with authority.

“Don’t get too excited. You can only come when I tell you to. Keep that in mind or you’ll be sorry, slut,” he warns you.

With those words, you desperately try to calm yourself down, but it’s too late. You’ve already worked yourself up, and your orgasm is near. Hoseok returns within a split second and pushes the vibrator closer to your clit, causing you to scream and clench your muscles.

“Sir, ahh! I-I can’t Please turn it down!”

He pulls the wand away briefly and slaps your clit for being disrespectful. Stars form behind your eyelids due to the shockwaves of the impact.

“Shut up, slut. The damn thing is on the lowest setting. We’re just getting started, and you’re already whining like a little bitch.” He spits on your cunt then roughly shoves the vibrator on your sensitive bud. He smirks at the way your arousal gushes out before turning his attention towards you. He nearly makes you come before he turns it off suddenly. “And don’t ever tell me what you can’t do, understand.”

“Yes, Sir. I-I’m sorry. I promise it won’t happen again.”

Hoseok moves in closer and his hand wraps around your throat.

“It better not. Now stick your filthy tongue out, slut,” he murmurs.

You follow his orders and allow him to spit directly into your mouth. When he tells you to swallow, you obey. After, you show him your tongue so he can see that nothing’s left behind, earning a proud smile.

“Thank you, Sir.”

“You’re welcome, slut. Now relax…I have a surprise for you,” he informs, releasing his hold on your throat.

That’s when you notice the lit candle in his left hand, and your heart rate starts to increase rapidly. Suddenly, you’re a bit nervous about being in this position.

“I’ve been thinking about the things you put on that little list of yours for a while, you know,” he admits. But one look at your worried expression has Hoseok pausing his ministrations.

“What’s our color?” he requests.

You’re terrified, but curious. Hoseok wouldn’t hurt you intentionally; that you’re sure of, but your nerves are getting the best of you. Your mind races with so many thoughts. It scares you and excites you all at once.

“And don’t lie to me,” Hoseok adds.

“Yellow, Sir. I’m just a little nervous, but I want to continue.”

“That’s normal. This is new for you, so I expect you to be a bit timid about certain things.” He then holds out his arm and brings the candle over it, tilting it slightly so a few drops of the hot wax can spill onto his skin. His eyes close, and he takes a deep breath as it’s molding to his flesh.

“These are made of natural oils and ingredients. It shouldn’t irritate your skin, but we’ll test it out first, okay?” When you agree to the plan, he continues. “Tell me to stop if you don’t like it, and I will. I have everything prepared in case of an emergency. There’s no need to worry.”

Hoseok’s hand gently caresses your thigh to put you at ease, and you appreciate his patience with you. You know he likes to get things moving quickly, and he’s only moving slowly on your behalf.

“You have to trust me, okay. That’s the only way this is going to work. Just relax and let me take care of you. I promise that your mind and body are safe with me. All you have to do is let go and let me take the lead.”

You sigh, rolling your eyes at the puppy eyes he’s giving you. If you didn’t trust Hoseok, you wouldn’t be anywhere near this room. He’s right. You should just let him do his thing. He knows what he’s doing and you’re confident in knowing you’re still in control despite being restrained.

“Let’s do it.”

You close your eyes and wait patiently, but nothing happens. It isn’t until you’re finally brave enough to take a tiny peek through your lashes that you see him hovering the candle over your stomach.

“Take a deep breath for me,” he instructs, angling the candle so the wax can drip.

The first drop hits you before you can close your eyes again and the feeling leaves you gasping for air.

“Aah! Oh my god!” You lift your head and watch the pink wax harden on your stomach in astoundment.

Hoseok’s on full alert, searching your face for any sign of discomfort, but before he can ask questions, you beat him to the punch.

“Green. Fucking green. Please do it again, Sir.”

He chuckles at your reaction and tilts the candle again, leaving a small trail this time to test the waters. When he hears nothing but moans from you, his creativity sparks and he starts making circles and other shapes on your thighs. Your body tenses when the vibrator is turned on abruptly, and the urge to chase your pleasure is too good to resist.

“Sir! Oh my god…please turn it down. I’ll come if you don’t.”

He shakes his head. “Nope, this is what you wanted. Take it like a big girl.” Hoseok continues pouring wax on your skin like you aren’t barely keeping it together beneath him.

A long road of wax is made down the center of your body, starting at your belly button, and ending between your breasts. Hoseok ends up pouring the last of the liquid over your tits, and your nipples harden as the substance molds around them.

He then sets down the candle so he can tease your pussy with the wand, and your body reacts by attempting to squirm away. You clench your fists tightly in an effort to prevent yourself from coming this instant, but you know you won’t be able to hold on for much longer.

“Sir, please. I can’t hold it much longer.” You’ve only been in here for about half of an hour, and he’s already pushing your limits. You think you might explode if you don’t come soon.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” he growls, using his free hand to snatch you up by your hair. “You better build your fucking tolerance up, slut.”

He presses his forehead against yours and forces you to look him in the eye before he continues to berate you.

“You’re lucky I have some self-control because I’d have you on your fucking knees choking on cock right now if you knew any better. Go ahead and come, but don’t make a mess–”

“Oh, fuck! I’m so sorry! Fuck!”

Your orgasm peaks before he can even finish his sentence. Blame his filthy words, the tingling sensation from the candle wax, and the vibrator pressed firmly against your sensitive clit for pushing you over the edge.

You can feel your juices squirting everywhere, and your body begins to tremble from the intense wave of pleasure. When you finally calm down and come to your senses, you realize your eagerness was a big mistake.

Hoseok quickly starts untying your wrist and ankles, making you believe he’s about to end the game because you didn’t follow the rules. You try to apologize, but the words don’t come out fast enough.

“You fucking bitch!” he growls, snatching you off the table by your hair. He forces you to your knees and pulls your head towards him as he squats down behind you.

“Not only did you come before I finished giving instructions, but your filthy cunt has fucked up my table. You better clean this shit up before it drips on the floor,” he demands, pushing your face in the spilled juices.

You lick up as much as you can, and when he’s satisfied with what you’ve done, he pulls you to your feet.

“Thank you, Sir.” You can feel his erection twitch against your back as your tongue slowly drags across your lips.

“The things you do to me,” he murmurs before he spins you around and kisses you so roughly that it makes your head spin. “Goddamn, your pussy tastes so fucking good. I need my cock in you. Now.”

Hoseok hurriedly leads you across the room to a much larger table. It seems much more comfortable than the other, but something tells you that you won’t be lying on it.

“Let’s see how disrespectful you are when your cunt’s getting split open by my cock,” he growls in your ear, bending you over the table.

He takes one of the ropes from your ankle and uses it to bind your wrist behind your back. Before he does anything else, he makes sure that it’s secure then asks if you’re okay with the bindings. You don’t have any complaints, so he begins taking off his clothes.

You can hear his belt buckle hit the floor when he pulls down his pants and the sounds of his shirt tearing as he rips it off. While you wait, your thighs impatiently rub together, and you look forward to the pounding you’re about to receive. When the tip of his cock grazes your entrance, it takes everything not to push yourself back onto it. You’re so eager to feel him inside of you, and you can only hope that he doesn’t tease you for too long.

Hoseok doesn’t seem to be in the mood for any more games either, and he slowly starts filling you up inch by inch. Your body responds with a gush of arousal, and it only assists him in burying himself in your pussy. The only thing you can think, feel, or see when you close your eyes is Hoseok, and it brings on a pleasure so intense you can only moan and tremble beneath him.

Once again, you’re snatched up by your hair, and the action snaps you out of your blissful state.

“You were begging for my dick outside, and now you got it. Straighten the fuck up and take it, slut.” Hoseok pushes your head on the table and maintains his firm grip on your strands.

You’re left gasping for air when he starts fucking you from behind. His thrusts are quick but deeper than you ever imagined, and you don’t know if you should be begging or praying for more. You know for a fact that you’ll be sore in the morning, but you don’t care because it feels too good to stop. You want more. No, you need more.

“Sir, please!”

Hoseok slows down for a moment and starts removing your anal plug.

“Oh, you want more? Alright, I got you.” He selects a dildo from his arrangement of toys and squirts some lube on it. “Get it ready.”

He places the object on your hand and moves it up and down, coaxing you to stroke it at the pace he’s set. When he’s satisfied with what you’ve done, he compliments you for your “hard work” then moves the dildo to your back entrance.

His hips stop moving completely as he carefully begins pushing it inside of you. Your nails dig into your hands as you take inch after inch, making Hoseok raise an eyebrow. “How are we doing?” he asks.

You manage to choke out “green,” so he continues until he can’t fit anymore into your puckered hole. You squeeze tightly to keep it in place, and it earns you some praises from your boss.

“Looks like you can be a good little slut for me after all, huh?” Now that you’ve adjusted, he moves his hips, and your moaning begins to fill the room again.

“Yes, Sir. Your dick feels so good. Thank you so much for fucking my filthy cunt, aah-Oh my…Yes, fuck!”

When he hits your g-spot, your knees nearly give out. Every bit of your strength is being used to keep the toy from sliding out, and even that is becoming difficult when he pace quickens. Hoseok notices and helps you out by grabbing your waist to prevent you from falling.

However, what he does next has you sobbing and drooling all over the table. He removes his hand from your hair and grabs another candle. This one has been burning for quite a while, and a lot of liquid has accumulated at the top.

“Deep breaths, slut,” is his only warning before pouring the scolding substance all over your bare ass.

You cry out in pleasure as the hot wax stiffens on your skin. You can barely contain yourself as he digs deeper into your cunt and tells you all the dirty things you want to hear.

“Look at how sloppy your tight little cunt gets for me. I should have done this a long time ago; then maybe I’d be able to keep a maid around here. Fucking whores were always fighting over this sweet little pussy, and now I know why.” The skin-slapping noises are wet and lewd but fuel the burning desire in your gut. You can barely register what Hoseok is saying because the pleasure is beginning to take control. “...it’s fucking delicious, and now it’s all mine.”

Hoseok’s thrust into you as if it’s the last piece of ass he’ll ever receive, and his stamina is through the roof. He isn’t showing an ounce of fatigue.

“It’s a greedy little pussy too. Every time I try to pull out, it sucks me right back in. And I bet you want more, huh?” He begins pulling and pushing the dildo that rests in your back entrance, making your moans turn into screams.

Whatever you manage to blurt out must be a well enough answer because he unties your wrist and tells you to hold on to the table.

“I think you know how this goes by now but hold on tight anyway. This is going to be a big one,” he warns.

When the wax hits your skin this time, you lose yourself completely and disobediently claim your orgasm. Your body is swarmed with a mixture of pain and pleasure, and all you can do is hold on and enjoy the ride. Hoseok is trying his best to fuck you, but your walls squeeze around his length so tightly that he can barely move.

“Fuck, Y/N!” he cries out from behind you.

You look under the table and find both your arousal and molding wax dripping down your legs, some eventually hitting the floor. Hoseok has to pin you in place to stop you from flying over the edge. His thrusts are so powerful, you’re a bit afraid the table will break.

You can’t even hold yourself up anymore as you come down from your high. You’re a mess, but to him, you’ve never looked more beautiful. He hopes that he didn’t push you too far; that was never his intention. He just wanted to make you happy. Hoseok would do anything to make you smile.

“You good?” he checks in, easing out of your battered cunt. Your eyes snap open because you know that he hasn’t come yet.

“No!” you reach back and stop him. “You haven’t finished, Sir.”

“That’s okay, baby. You’re probably sore and I wasn’t even supposed to go this far–”

“Then use my other hole, Sir. Use me like the whore I am. Punish me for being a filthy slut and coming all over your floor without permission.”

Your coaxing works and he wastes no time in removing the dildo then placing it on the table. The sudden emptiness makes you whimper.

“Oh, shut up, slut. That greedy hole of yours is going to be filled. Don’t worry,” he promises before shoving his cock in you.

You’re already prepped and ready for him, so he slides in easily. Hoseok doesn’t waste a second of his time inside of you; he’s thrusting in and out of you at the speed of light before you can even prepare yourself.

Some of his thrusts have your feet leaving the ground, and you have to grip the table again to stop yourself from going over. The candle wax has now molded to your skin, and you can hear it cracking with every snap of Hoseok’s hips into yours.

“Fuck, I’m close. On your knees, slut!” he barks, pulling out and all but throwing you to the floor. “Tap my thigh if you need air.” He slides in your mouth as soon as it opens.

You relax your jaw and allow him to feed you as much of his cock as he pleases. You remember to breathe through your nose and keep your eyes on him the way he likes it. He slowly pulls out and repeats his actions until he can find a steady rhythm. Once he does, his hand comes to the back of your head to keep you in place so he can use your mouth to chase his high.

Your eyes and lungs burn with sensitivity, but you take every inch he gives you with no complaints. Your attention remains on him while he drills into your mouth, and he curses when he notices you staring.

“Shit, you look so fucking hot on your knees for me. Why are you crying, huh? You love my cock that much?” He’s barely keeping his composure. His strained voice is evidence of his approaching orgasm.

When you hum in approval, the vibrations send your boss over the edge.

“Oh, fuck! That’s it, baby. You ready for my cum?” he moans, picking up his pace.

Your hand travels between your legs so you can shove your finger inside of your pussy. Hoseok’s eyes follow your movements, and he notices what’s happening immediately. That, along with the sounds of your juices squelching and echoing through the room, has him spilling a warm load of his seed in your mouth.

“Damn. Don’t spill any, baby,” he sighs when he’s sliding out of you. His cum soothes your aching throat, so you have no problem with swallowing every drop.

You stick out your tongue to show him that you didn’t leave anything behind, and he praises you for following his orders.

“Good girl. You’ve earned every drop of it.” He notices that you’re still trying to rub one out and his features soften. “Don’t do that.”

Hoseok picks you up from the floor then lays you on the table before he spreads your legs.

“You don’t ever have to do that when I’m here. Just tell me what you want, and you’ll always get it,” he states while separating your folds.

You just know he’s about to tease you, and you don’t have the strength for that anymore. So, you grab his hair and bury his face in your cunt. Hoseok does not protest at all and dives right in like it’s his favorite meal.

“Or you can just take it,” he chuckles right before his lips wrap around your sensitive bundle of nerves.

He drains every bit of strength you have left right out of you with every flick of his tongue. Your legs attempt to close around his head, but he grabs them and pins them open, trapping you between him and the table.

“Sir, please! I’m so close. More. I need more,” you cry, and he gives you exactly what you’re begging for.

Hoseok inserts two fingers into your dripping sex and fucks you while his mouth tends to your throbbing clit. Your body falls limp and your eyes roll back; there’s nothing you can do but take whatever he’s giving you because you don’t have the energy to protest. Not that you would anyway. The pleasure is too great to stop and by the time he adds a third finger, you’re seeing stars.

Your mouth falls open, but nothing comes out. The orgasm you’ve been craving hits you without warning, and the experience is out of this world. It feels as if your body is floating off the table, defying the laws of gravity. You’re so high that it appears impossible to come down. Hoseok continues to help you through it and his persistence has you squirting your juices all over his face.

Apologies spill from your lips but he simply brushes them off and continues to fuck you into overstimulation. His pace slows down only when you begin to squirm, and he gently removes his fingers upon your request.

“Are you okay?” You hear his voice, but you don’t know if you were able to give him an answer.

Your body is finally surrendering to exhaustion and his words sound so far away. You can feel his lips all over your body, worshiping and praising you for everything you’ve done for him. His voice slowly begins to fade, and your vision becomes dark.

You don’t even remember what happens next because you’re drifting off to sleep as soon as your eyelids close. The last thing you hear is Hoseok calling your name. However, you’re too burned out to answer.

Hoseok stands there for a moment, just taking this all in. He can’t believe this actually happened. This was overstepping every boundary he set in place. You’re his daughter’s nanny. You two should have never taken your relationship any further than platonic. But he could not stop himself. You’re irresistible, and it was only a matter of time before he gave in.

He just wanted you to enjoy yourself tonight; that you deserved. You take care of his daughter 24/7, and you barely have time for yourself. Hoseok has begged you to take a vacation, but you can’t handle spending a day without Nari.

That’s why he asked Seokjin and his wife if she could come over this weekend. So, you could have a break, and so he can discuss your future in the Jung residence. The conversation will be easier with his daughter out of this mansion because he doesn’t know how you’ll react, and he knows Nari won’t take the news well either.

But this has gotten too messy, and the two of you need to discuss your relationship before it becomes an issue. You’re driving him crazy. He’s fired three maids because he didn’t want them touching you. He knows you are an adult, and you can do as you please but he can’t stand the thought of you being with someone else. Hoseok should not be having thoughts like that, and that’s where the problem comes in.

He can’t do this anymore; he needs to ask you to resign. You can no longer be Nari’s nanny. It’d never work, not like this. This was a tough decision and he’s willing to take all the heat for everything. He knows that you love Nari with all of your being, so he’s hopeful that you’ll understand why he has to do this.

5 years later

“Mommy!” your daughter calls from the hallway. You’re running late as usual, but last night was eventful and caused you to oversleep.

“I’m coming! Do you have your backpack, sweetheart? If we leave now, I won’t be late for work.” You grab your purse from the kitchen and head towards the foyer.

She approaches you with a little pout on her face. However, before you can ask what’s wrong, the front door swings open.

Your husband rushes in and drops to his knees, earning himself a scolding for ruining the slacks you ironed for him this morning. However, it only passes through his ears as “blah, blah, blah” because the only person on his mind right now is his little angry princess.

“Hoseok, you nearly gave me a heart attack barging in here like that. What’s up with you?” You stand there with your hand on your hip, trying to figure out what the hell is happening.

He rises to his feet with his daughter in tow. She’s clinging on to him like a tiny koala and you cannot prevent a smile from forming on your face.

“Well, I took Nari and CiCi to school this morning, drove all the way to the office, then I realized that I didn’t kiss my youngest princess before I left the house.”

Hoseok’s admission warms your heart. If you’d known this is what all the fuss was about, you would have taken her to see him. You’re already late and now he is too. However, work is always secondary when it comes to his family and you wouldn’t argue with him about that.

“Daddy’s so sorry, baby. I’ll make it up to you. Let’s go dancing at mommy’s restaurant tonight, and embarrass her like last time. We’ll even order a ton of ice cream, okay?”

His offers seem to cheer her up, and she gives a little nod to let him know she’d like that very much. Hoseok is always able to brighten the girls’ day whenever they’re upset. So whenever they’re sad, they run straight to him.

“As long as daddy pays his bill. Unlike last time,” you remind him, winking at your daughter.

“God, please let this one be a boy,” you murmur to yourself, a hand running over your small baby bump.

“I can’t handle another girl. Nari told me that she needed a training bra last week. I nearly choked on my water. How did she even know that, and I didn’t?”

Hoseok laughs at your whining, always claiming how easy you have it compared to him. The girls have him and his bank account wrapped around their fingers, and he’s a sucker for a sad face.

“At least you didn’t have to go to work with a fucking fairy princess makeover,” he mouths quietly so Ava can’t hear him.

Remembering your husband dressed in a business suit paired with a tutu and tiara has you cackling. However, what your toddler requests next has both you and Hoseok frozen in fear.

“Daddy, can I have a pet snake?”

Hoseok’s first reaction is to turn to you, but you’re already retreating to your vehicle. He calls out for you, but you ignore his cries. You don’t get in the middle of daddy-daughter negotiations.

“Sorry, babe. I’m off duty,” you yell back before shutting the door and heading towards your car.

If you’d known that getting fired would have brought you this much happiness, you would have pissed Hoseok off months before the night you took your relationship to the next level. It was hard moving out and leaving Nari behind so you could properly date her father but in the end, it all worked out. Having an intimate relationship with your boss was both unprofessional and unethical so it was only right to resign from your position.

Now you have a loving husband, two more beautiful children, and your relationship with Nari is stronger than ever. With your free time and extra cash you saved working as a live-in nanny, you ended up getting an apartment and finishing culinary school like you planned. You even opened your own restaurant about three years ago, and it has nothing but five-star reviews. It’s about a block away from your husband’s company, and he often recommends it to his clients and colleagues as an option for brunch, lunch, and dinner.

Hoseok proposed to you at the grand opening, and you found out that you were pregnant with Cici a month later. Your two and a half year old, Ava, came sooner after your middle daughter’s birth and your hands have been full ever since.

With three spoiled princesses running around the house, you can only hope that this one is a boy. If it’s not, then you’ll just have to ask Hoseok to try one more time. You’re sure he wouldn’t mind.

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Omg hi! I love your blog! I didn't know if your request were open, so, please, feel free to ignore this, if they aren't!

I just love how you write for Lou from Uglydolls, the poor man here he's higly undereted! So I was just gonna request more Lou! If you want of course!

I don't have much plot preferences, maybe something with a insicure/shy reader? Kinda the opposite of Lou!

Thank u, have a good day/night!

Btw sorry for any grammatical mistakes, english it's not my first language!

Of course I can do that! I’m happy to take offers whenever I can. Sorry this took so long!

Can’t Help The Inflicted

“You don’t have a reason to be shy. You’re pretty just as you are. Just, smile more.”

I was sure everything was a lie. Pretty dolls are always good at lying. So when Louis came to me one day and offered me the position to work for him I couldn’t say no, not to Lou at least. No one can. How could you say no or tell someone so perfect that they were doing the wrong choice?

I stared dead ahead, one foot stepping before the other in Grace. My hid being perfect was taking a toll on me which I was grateful no one noticed. It’s almost like living a double life, an endless loop of lying to myself that I must be careful from stains, spills or smudges. I can’t let anyone know how stupid I am — or worse, how stupid Lou could’ve to even choose me. He has an image to keep. I couldn’t screw up in any way or form. So, I always hid behind the 4 girls: Maddy, Kitty, Tuesday and Lydia.

If there’s any job to take besides working beneath Lou’s watchful gaze, always on the look out for any flaws, I’d take it in a heartbeat. Lawyer, doctor, engineer — anything! I’d trade my spot for one of the girls than continue to work next to Lou. He wasn’t unbearable, no, far from it. I just cousins bare the reminder how I lied my way into this position. I couldn’t bare the thought of thinking how much of a phony I am that I lied so hard through my teeth to get a fake image of myself into his head that I’m so perfect. Too perfect that I reached someone’s expectation that Lou “just had to have me work with him”.

Through few glimpses of clarity I have, I’m able to take the time and get a break. I can’t help but hate myself. From the stuffing I was born from and the threads that made me — self loathing of how much of a people pleaser I am. The moment someone grants any acknowledgement to me I can’t help but fix myself into getting so close to what I see as perfection.

I should have graded with Maddy our event director or Kitty, our program hostess executive. Hell, I could have been the communication executive like Tuesday or the interior and fashion designer for the doll’s homes and transa like Lydia. Why should I be stuck as Lou’s secretary? Was this a form of punishment for lying so much? Did I bite more than I can chew? My lies had zero bad intentions! I just did them to save face — I can’t risk to be sent to the recycling bin or get set on for a spin in the washing machine. Or worse, thrown into the incinerator!

I had to be perfect, plan out my schedule for Lou and I. It was starting to drain me in every form. I was the second face ever doll idolized. “Why me?” I found myself repeating over and over again. Each day was a trial, hiding and masking any flaws the best I could. If not from the other dolls, I had to hide any imperfections from Lou.

I fixed any crooked or stained on my now pearly whites, cut through any extra stuffing in me. I stayed quiet, living in Lou’s shadow in complete silence. I couldn’t let him know the several voice cracks I go through a day if I talk for too long. They get worse when I talk to him specifically, stuttering over my own tongue. I couldn’t let myself get judged so, I let Lou take control. From him doing all the talking to making all our choices. I gave up any freedom I ever had. I wasn’t sure what to do with that freedom — I would just end up spending the rest of my days having to stress over perfecting any hobbies.

“Thank you all so much for attending! Stay away from messes and stay perfect!” He winked at the crowd after his announcement of the Gauntlet. The date had to be moved once the Uglydolls arrived.

Lou glanced over at me as he twirled on the heel of his shoe. He skipped down the stairs with soft steps, his shoe clicking on each way down. I was a few steps behind him, letting everyone’s eyes pry on him. I couldn’t let them undress me or address any flaws I hid terribly.

I averted my gaze from everyone as we made it to Lou’s office. He sighed with his hands behind his back, looking out his large office window. He stared down at the soft orange sun setting behind the tiny white town homes. I took a gulp and deep breath. All day I think I forgot how to take an actual breath. I tense feeling in my soft plush body left as soon as the wind left through my puckered lips. I glanced over to see one of Lou’s hands not balled up into a fist.

I read through Lou like a book. I’ve worked countless shifts in order to be perfect. I stepped forward, placing my hand in his. I frowned at how soft his hands were compared to my large ones. I couldn’t help but eye at our slight height difference. Despite Lou being the perfect height for any doll to achieve, I was the tallest. God, I want to just crumble away or cover my face with a hoodie. I wanted to slip away from him, not wanting him to touch such imperfections. But I couldn’t allow him to see how — “Nervous?” He chuckled. “Hm?” I turned my head to him. “No, no not that. More like, it’s amazing to be with you…” I mentally face palmed myself for my stammering lips. I have a small timid smile, careful to not show my teeth too much. He smiled back. “You’re amazing in every way. Well, almost.” He let out a tiny scoff. He seemed to take pleasure at the frown on my lips. “You’re a terrible liar.” I averted my eyes, taking in any last breaths I could take before insults came down storming on me.

Instead of stabbing me with his words and sweet honey voice, he dropped his arms at his side. I could still feel his blueberry eyes on me. I wish I could open my mouth and strike something out but I couldn’t. I didn’t want him to stare at me, especially how close we are. I don’t want him to stare any harder before he sees how I see myself. The blemishes in my cheek, the freckles scattered on my wrist, ears and face.

I slightly jolted up at Lou softly tugging on my long doll arm. He led us to his piano bend. As we settled next to each other, he scooted close enough to hold my arm. I sighed, taking his hand in mine. “What would I do without you?” He muttered softly but clear enough for me to hear him. “Shouldn’t I be the one asking you?” I asked. “It can go both ways.” Silence filled the room. I leaned back ver to his touch, feeling a crooked smile creep on my lips.

“Thank you for not seeing me as just an idol but as a doll.” The blonde said quickly, hoping I was stupid enough to not pick up his pacing of words. ‘Shouldn’t I be the one thanking you?’ I felt slow forming tears well up in my eyes which I quickly blinked back inside. The burning feeling on my cheeks didn’t subside, especially when he’s hooked on my arm and holding my hand and softly poking his finger tips to my own. He seemed amused with playing with my fingers. I didn’t want to ruin this moment with my voice. His concentrated and fixed gaze of admiration was something I practically lived for. It’s beautiful to stare at those blue eyes of his but I immediately twist my head away once those same blue eyes turn to my direction.

“You’ll always be the most beautiful doll in my eyes. Perfect in your own way.” Fuck, I screw up. Big time. I know it.

He didn’t turn to face me. His chest stopped moving at his steady breathing and instead slightly sunk inwards. I mentally cursed at myself. I could feel him tighten his grip on me, pressing his cheek on my shoulder. His sudden soft laugh got caught in the strings of my heart. “I’m beautiful?” He looked up at me with a slightly raised eyebrow and flirtatious gaze. Those same eyes, they were fixed with admiration. I knew that look so much. I was nearly speechless when I came to realized that he was staring at me.

We were all so focused on the Institute of Perfection’s quotas of “Pretty Dolls”, I’m starting to doubt where the hell I heard the word beautiful from. Even if I was unsure where I heard it from or how I was supposed to address it in my stammering sentences, from the bottom of my heart I said the truth to him.

“Yes.” I said with confidence. The red color on our faces spread even more. We both looked down at our hands, unsure how to approach what I said. It’s not every day you get acknowledged as something so precious like a doll or looked at or even noticed by someone as perfect as Lou.

Isn’t it stupid how 2 dolls are so insecure found each other? Seeking validation from each other and reassurance despite not being able to believe in the other’s words? Two insecure dolls — one just being better at hiding it while the other hides in the shadows like a loser.

I know I’m sometimes a shutout but I’m not stupid Lou.

#lou uglydolls #uglydolls lou x reader #uglydolls #ugh i love him #reader insert #insecure #he’s a switch and no one can tell me other ways #requests #anonymous #shy reader #wholesome #he is an icon #stupid losers in love

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fluffynexu · 4 years ago

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imperial life (sorta)

life within the empire is very structured. it’s a society where everyone Knows Their Place and what they’re supposed to be doing.

for ex. there is a certain “life schedule” that imperial citizens are expected to adhere to.

ages:

0-5, raised by family as infants. sent to daycare during toddler years.

5-10, primary school. begin basic education.

10-15, junior school. continue education.

15-20, senior school. start some training alongside education.

20-25/30, MANDATORY SERVICE TIME.

25/30+, marriage and having children encouraged and you can live your life.

now after an individual completes their mandatory time actively serving, they can either continue to serve or return to other jobs and functions in the empire.

so you can have someone who was a foot soldier or sniper during their service time, but then return to “civilian” life as a florist or school teacher.

the sith follow a similar “life schedule”.

ages:

0-5, raised by family and like minded peer groups.

5-10, primary academy. basic training and education.

10-15, secondary academy. continued training and education.

15-20, preparatory academy. continued training and education.

20+, sith academy (proper) and from there, it depends on the individual sith’s master and rank.

tho the purebloods have a tendency to marry their children off after at the age of 20 (or young 20s) in hopes of procuring grandchildren (and therefore, securing family legacies) before anything... unfortunate happens.

another aspect of imperial life that is deeply entrenched within the civilization but never talked about too openly is the caste system.

everyone in the empire, sith or slave, is shoved into one of these castes. it is possible to move UP and DOWN. moving upward requires marrying someone of a higher caste, but ppl usually (tho not always!) stick to and marry within their own castes. moving down tends involves committing a crime and being punished for it, or disownment from family.

there are certain advantages of being a part of upper castes. which include, but are not limited to:

wider access on the holonet

higher pay

more options for housing

priority healthcare

less restrictions on travel

etc.

the two main groups the castes fall into are sith and imperial. obvs the sith castes are above the imperial ones.

castes among the sith are categorized by “blood purity” and family lineages. the older, purer bloodlines that can trace their roots to korriban are seen above sith who might not have such a heritage.

pureblood, greater families

pureblood, lesser families

human, greater families (usually have some pureblood family members as well)

human, lesser families (usually all human)

human, common (usually an individual that comes from a non-sith background that found sensitivity in the force)

alien

imperial castes on the other hand are categorized by “occupation” rather than bloodlines.

officers. self explanatory. within this caste the officers follow the rank order. ie, moff > captain.

healers. ppl who can help and heal others. doctors, psychiatrists, therapists, etc.

scholars. those who spend their time studying, researching, or teaching. scientists, philosophers, lawyers, professors, etc.

protectors. internal security of the empire. police type, firefighters, paramedics, emergency responders, imperial intelligence, etc.

farmers. self explanatory, also includes breeders (for fancy pets and vanity animals).

crafters. for those who MAKE or design things. artists, architects, engineers, cooks, tailors, etc.

traders. folks who buy and sell things or deal with money frequently. business people, vendors, bank folk, accountants etc.

entertainers. mostly performers of some type. actors, musicians, athletes, sex workers, etc.

cleaners. those who deal with trash or bodies. janitors, butchers, housekeepers, manicurists, waste management, groomers, etc.

casteless. ironically named, but still technically a caste. includes non citizens that may be visiting or traveling through, new imperial citizens, or disowned (usually non force sensitive) sith.

slaves. self explanatory.

in the old, old sith empire (pre arrival of exiles), the sith also had a ruler and priest caste. it can be argued that the two were simply merged into the modern sith grouping and all of their castes within.

as far as any that might be lawmakers and where they’d fit in. that’d be the dark council with some occasional input from very high ranking officers like the grand moff.

so in theory(!), anyone can move up or down the caste ladder. in reality it’s very rare and ppl are often born into one caste and simply live their life within its confines and die. but ppl across the entire caste system can and do work together frequently.

an ex is the sw and crew.

akrona is not only sith, but a pureblood from a greater family. making her one of the most privileged and (potentially) influential ppl in the empire.

quinn comes from a family of officers and they’ve all been at the relative top of imperial society for generations. even after his court martial he’s considered to be very lucky to have remained in the same caste.

pierce actually comes from farmers but managed to be promoted to an officer during his time in service. but since he wasn’t born into it, quinn some officers have an obvious bias against him for his position.

vette, being a freed slave is casteless. tho thx to having a sith benefactor and friend, she can get away with a lot more than others within her same social standing.

some notes under the read more since i KNOW you ppl don’t go to the op to read my darn tags! >,< lol

so... i know. i KNOW i didn’t list literally every single conceivable job that exist or could exist. you’ll have to excuse me on that lol.

and in case it wasn’t obvious, yes, i used my sw and my own hcs for the crew. NO, i am NOT saying that quinn dislikes pierce ONLY bc of “lower caste upbringing”. just that it’s one of many factors of tension between the two.

and regardless of caste, every citizen* in the empire is guaranteed food, shelter, water, and medical care. but obvs those in the upper castes would be eating the fanciest~ of feasts in their big ass floating mansions while the lower castes live off of ration bars and street food while living in small, utilitarian apartments. *does not include slaves since they are technically not citizens.

i am once again here to remind you that the empire is NOT

a democracy

capitalist

or a utopia

(but if for some reason you wanna make your empire all those things, go for it. i ain’t stopping you lol.)

but why castes?

bc it was an aspect of the ancient sith In Canon and thought i’d tinker with the concept.

lastly! i stfg...

IF YOU THINK ME MAKING A HC/WORLDBUILDING POST REFLECTS UPON MY MORALITY OR HOW I THINK A SOCIETY SHOULD BE RUN...

YOU HAVE NEXT LVL BRAIN ROT.

also, yes, you can use any/all concepts in whatever way you see fit if you want. you can also, ignore the whole thing!

#swtor #sith warrior #malavai quinn #sith pureblood #worldbuilding #heh #first post in forever :'D #i am bad at this #long post

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pedropascalunofficial · 4 years ago

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My Cousin, Pedro Pascal

Ximena Riquelme

16 NOV 2017 12:53 PM

Before being the protagonist of Narcos or filming with Colin Firth, José Pedro Balmaceda Pascal (42) was a child whom I knew very well because we are from the same family. A man who today looks with nostalgia and some perplexity at his place of origin and his history and who still does not answer what would have happened if he had stayed here.

The first memory I have of Pedro is in the arms of my mother during his baptism, in the garden of my house. She was a weeping bus and had huge black eyes. I was 9 years old. It was cloudy. Years later I learned that the priest was Gerardo Whelan, the legendary rector of Saint George's College. Pedro's parents were not at his baptism: my uncle, José Balmaceda, my mother's only male brother, and his wife Verónica Pascal were asylees at the Venezuelan embassy, which was on Bustos street, near my house. Pepe, as we used to say to my uncle, who years later would become a famous gynecologist, an expert in fertilization, was then a 27-year-old young doctor, in those days wanted by Dina. Some time before they had hidden Andrés Pascal Allende, Mirista and his wife's uncle. One day they came to take him to the José Joaquín Aguirre Hospital and he managed to escape by jumping through the roofs. It was October 1975.

Like most of the Chilean families, there were supporters of both sides in mine: for and against Pinochet. Trying to help Pedro's parents, my dad called a relative who held a high position in the Army. "Tell the children to get asylum, because I cannot guarantee their lives or that nothing happens to Veronica," was his reply. She was 22 years old. Then began the journey of my uncles and with them that of my cousin José Pedro Balmaceda Pascal. Pepe and Verónica had to start living secretly in different houses. Pedro, who was only 6 months old at the time, and his 3-year-old sister Javiera were left in charge of my mother's older sister, "Aunt Juani."

The second memory I have of Pedro is when I accompanied my parents, who carried him and his sister in their arms, to stand on the sidewalk in front of the Venezuelan embassy so that their parents could see them through the window.

My uncles left the Venezuelan embassy for the airport in January 1976, Pedro was 9 months old and obviously does not remember anything. I just remember that they didn't let me go. Pedro could not record the image, which I could not see, of his grandfather Luis Pascal Vigil - a very prominent lawyer - singing the National Anthem on the balcony of Pudahuel. A memory that is not mine but that I adopted, for cute.

As the people of the International Red Cross advised our family on time, Pedro and his sister did not leave the embassy with their parents, but arrived directly at the airport: this allowed their passports not to be stamped with the "L" for " limited to circulate "that stamped on the exiles who left. Therefore, the years that Pedro and Javiera came could come to Chile without problems. And for that reason, the choclón of cousins, we were able to share long summers in Pucón and some winters in Santiago.

The Balmaceda Pascal first arrived in Aarhus, Denmark, in October 1976. A year later they left for San Antonio, Texas, where Pedro's father was able to continue improving himself thanks to a grant from the Rockefeller Foundation. Veronica earned a PhD in Child Psychology.

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"But Denmark is invisible to me," Pedro writes me by email. A while ago I proposed to interview him at a distance to travel a little about his history, and here we are, in front of the computer, sharing memories. "It is invisible to me, like everything that happened before. Although once, after telling him about my childhood, a doctor told me that the temporary separation with my mother was trapped in the memory of my body and that I could remember it through the senses".

My cousin, far away

The third memory I have of Pedro is a summer in Pucón. It must have been in 1978. "Pepelo", as we said, was no longer a guagua but a restless, very blond boy, who was so impacted by poverty in Chile that when he went out on the street with his gringo accent, he asked any person: "Are you poor?" He took food out of the pantry and gave it away. With my cousins we rented a warm wooden house, colorful, with the door frames out of square. It was summers with trips to those black sand beaches that burned the feet and picnics in Caburgua with lamb on the stick. They took us to mass and Pedro sang very inspired.

"This is where the memories become more vivid, like dreams," he writes. "I remember so many details: my older cousins, children my age who were like family. The beach seemed endless. I also remember running down the hallways and stairs of Aunt Juani's house looking for Santa Claus at Christmas."

XR: What was it like leaving your parents in the United States?

PP: "I think the trauma was going back to the States, although I obviously wanted to be with my parents. But childhood in Chile, with the Balmaceda and Pascal, was a dream, a world where nothing was missing, pure adventure and love."

Now that he tells me that, I remember that image of Pedro hanging on the neck of our aunt Juani, crying in Pudahuel because she did not want to return. At that time going to the airport was a panorama: we were going en masse to leave him and his sister, who traveled in charge of the stewardesses.

In 1981 I went with my parents and my two sisters to see the Balmaceda Pascal in Texas. I remember an eternal road trip from Miami, I remember Pedro's house, in a middle-class neighborhood, comfortable, beautiful, lovingly arranged by his mother. I remember the tears of my mother and Pedro's mother when we said goodbye to return to Chile. We still didn't know when they could return. Although Pedro never fully returned.

In December 1983, Pepe and Verónica were able to enter Chile. The whole family was packed on the terrace of Pudahuel, waiting for them. I remember the Balmaceda Pascal walking from the stairs of the plane to the International Police. I remember them happy, triumphant. Pedro was 8 years old and chose to stay in my house, in love with my girl sister.

We all went to Quintero, to the house of our grandfather Pepe, a great smoker, tennis player, and fanatic fanatic who took us to the town cinema to see double Tora! Programs, Tora !, Tora! More Bridges on the River Kwai and other old movies. Surely Pedro had to see several. Since he was a boy he said he wanted to be a "director". He liked horror movies and was a big movie consumer, like his dad.

PP: "I remember going to the movies with the cousins and the grandfather to see anything with Clint Eastwood, Sylvester Stallone. They leased me VHS movies to see alone and happy."

XR: You once recited Hamlet on the beach with Grandpa.

PP: "No, it was Death of a Salesman, by Arthur Miller. I was about 14 years old. I videotaped it and lost the fucking camera on the trip back to the United States."

After that summer, Pedro began to come more sporadically. He was already grown up, at school and then at university. They had moved to Newport Beach, California. His father was doing very well. But Pedro, not so much.

PP: "I think that the way the family supported me in Chile was the opposite of what I experienced in Newport Beach. I started well in California but at 13 years old, very involved in the cinema, reading plays, books, TV, TV, TV, obsessed with these things, I had the bad luck to find few like me. It was a world very attached to conservatism and its privileges where not fitting was punished. There was a group of shitty goats who were my friends the first year and became my terrors thereafter. I don't enjoy remembering that time, but there are deep connections from back then. Friends of my parents who are like parents until today."

Pedro's mom soon found a performance arts program at a high school in another district. A more inclusive school compared to Corona del Mar, the neighborhood where they lived in Newport.

PP: "My mom and my driver's license were my salvation. There I was able to unleash my appetite for movies and theater without limits."

As time went by Pedro became a fun, provocative teenager with character. He said he was "lazy", but he went to study Theater at NYU in 1993 and he loved it. I started to see it less. When he came to Chile he went out with his friends, I was already married and having children.

XR: Did you find that our way of life was very boring?

PP: "Bored, no. But overwhelming regarding life's permanent decisions. I didn't have the Catholic structure, and I felt there was no room for a young guy like me. Like suddenly, from one trip of mine to another, you had lives that included marriages and children, and pleasing the visits of the gringo cousin was no longer an option for all of you. I had to duel, because I was jealous of his inattention."

XR: Do you find us very conservative?

PP: "Yes, but it is a major contradiction for me. I come from the perspective that no one can decide how someone else should live their life. And well, in our family there are social rules that are very firm. I think that a person has the right to live his life conservatively or wildly as long as he does not negatively impact anyone or tries to embarrass others by his lifestyle. I don't touch these issues very much with our family for fear of hearing their perspective, but what I do know is that if I ever needed help I could ask any member of our family by the name of Balmaceda, and I would get it."

In 1995, Pedro's parents returned to Chile with their two youngest children, Nicolás and Lucas, who had been born in California. Javiera also came for a couple of years. Pedro stayed in the United States.

PP: "It was a very scary period. I grew up with my family in the United States and from one day to the next there was no home to return to. Suddenly the idea of the safe nest was gone. It was shocking because in previous years I took for granted the privileged life we had in California. I never thought that this could change as suddenly as happened to my parents when they became exiles. Everything felt fragile. Also, I knew that my parents' marriage was wrong and that the tension of those circumstances was hardly going to end. My mother's life felt in danger and the line between needing her, being there for her and finishing my studies and pursuing a career was a horrible conflict. I knew that my mom wanted me to continue doing mine, she never would have wanted me to sacrifice it."

XR: Did you really resent the failure of your parents' marriage?

PP: "For me it was the hardest time. I have not been able, and I do not know if someday I will be able to reconcile completely how my parents separated and the tragedy that came after that separation. The circumstances of my mother's death made it very hard for us to keep her memory of who she was. It hurts so much ... Sometimes I feel distressed and try to face it in the best possible way, because I know that my mother would not like me to do it in any other way."

Pedro lost his mother when he was 24 years old.

PP: "It's hard to say what I remember most about her. You met her, so it is easy for you to understand that she was the love of my life. I think of her every day. Since I don't pray, I can't say that I have a practice to feel her close, but I live for her even though she's gone, and that makes sense to me."

From Alexander to Pedro

XR: Do you believe that pain makes us stronger or does it seem like a horrible cliché?

PP: "I don't think it's a terrible cliche but a profound reality. In some way, losing the most important person in your life, discovering that something like this is possible and that what you fear most in life can happen is an identifiable and permanent moment. There is a before and after after his death. I think, yes, that old age would not have been for my mother, there would have been no footwear with her. Of course, no one wants to grow old, but others can handle it better. I would not have liked to see my mom struggling with it, but at the same time, I wish I had her every day still with me."

It may have been the summer of 2012. Pedro said to our aunt Juani: "I am 37 years old and I still can't get what I want. And it's the only thing I know how to do." It had been a long time since the death of his mother in the summer of 2000 that Pedro had changed his name. From Pedro Balmaceda to Pedro Pascal. He had been searching for years, years of casting where, by being called Pedro Balmaceda in the studios, they hoped to find a Latin or classic Mexican phenotype. He had only made minor appearances in some series.

XR: Although you did not regret it, you did wear Alexander at some point. Why?

PP: "That was a desperate period and directly related to having lost my mother. I was desperate to work, to fill my days with something more to suffer. To eliminate the confusion that casting directors had with this guy named Pedro with European or Caucasian traits, I changed my first name to Alexander and took my mom's last name, Pascal. That only lasted a year, until I was able to find a job and be selected for an Ibsen theatrical classic. But it was too late for people to identify me as "Alex". Also, my mom named me Pedro. So the decision was to call me Pedro Pascal, a name that fits with me more than any other."

Soon after that came Brothers and Sisters, other small roles, and later more important ones in The Good Wife, The Law and Order, The Mentalist, until Game of Thrones, Narcos in 2015 and now, filming Muralla china with Matt Damon and William Dafoe - last year we all went to see his cousins together - and then Kingsman 2 with Colin Firth, Julianne Moore, Jeff Bridges, Halle Berry and Channing Tatum.

XR : Have you ever been excited acting with such powerful actors?

PP: "I have been thrilled with everyone."

With fame have come the new meetings of the cousins with Pedro Pascal. We all want to see him, take pictures of us, we ask him for greetings-chub for friends, we inflate ourselves by saying that he is our cousin. That Peña, the protagonist of Narcos and the sexiest guy in the world, is my cousin-brother. He laughs and humorously calls us "scoundrels" because now we remember him. In fact, that's what our cousin chat on Whastapp is called.

But there is also the modesty to disturb him. Know that you are busy. That while I'm sending you these questions, you're filming in Boston with Denzel Washington. And to feel that there is always a lack of time to speak to him calmly, a space to ask him questions like the ones that occur to me now:

XR: Exile changed your life. Can you imagine growing up in Chile?

PP: "I don't know, because I haven't thought much about it. I have been asked this question all my life and have never been able to come up with an answer. Perhaps my life would have been more complete and solid. What I am used to is that the past disappears as if it had been lived by someone else, in another time."

XR: Do you miss something from when you were Pedro Balmaceda?

PP: "You know? There is very little difference between Pedro Balmaceda and Pedro Pascal. As it is all part of José Pedro Balmaceda Pascal, I feel the same person. But with back problems and more money."

XR: Would you like to start a family?

PP: "Being a dad? I don't know. I have no fucking idea. I love being an uncle. It may just end there. But anything is possible."

XR: Marialy Rivas said something very nice about you on Saturday: that when you play a character, you pretend that this character brought a whole previous story, much bigger than what they are telling. And it's true: you carry a bigger story than you tell it.

PP: "I don't know, cousin. I am very confused trying to organize the past and see what turns out. It helps me understand the pain or be grateful for what I have. Sometimes I feel like I'm a fraud, living between waiting for fame and attention and completely embarrassed by these wishes.

In reference to what Marialy said, I think she means that I put all my confusion, joy and sorrow, ambivalence, hostility, rage, love, lust, greed, compassion, ignorance, knowledge either to indicate a map with the finger on Narcos, throwing an arrow in Game of Thrones, lashing out at Kingsman. Cool! But I think my experience in theater taught me that."

XR: Would you someday like your life to be a script?

PP: "No way." (in english)

XR: Do you still want to be a "director", as you used to say when you were a kid?

PP: "Yes! That will be my way of being a father. Father of a production."

XR: Is dreaming about an Oscar the dream of every actor, even if you don't confess it?

PP: "I confess that possibly… yes."

#pedro pascal #cousin #la tercera #2017 #family #mother #father #asylum #embassy #pedro pascal article #article #javiera balmeceda #peter balmaceda #cousins #pp article

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ladyloveandjustice · 3 years ago

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The Westing Game Chapter 22

Losers, Winner

Another pretty packed chapter, chock full of revelations! You can definitely tell we’re approaching the end.

The first important thing we is that learn Sun is the thief, stealing things to finance her escape back to China. Agh, I should have guessed that. The fact she draws the line at stealing Doug’s gold medals indicates she does hold some affection for her stepson- I really want to see more of that relationship. So we’ve got all four from the first chapter cleared up! Bomber: Angela, Bookie: Jake, Thief: Sun, Mistake: Sydelle.

This is a chapter is a big moment for the Wexlers. In her despair over Alice supposedly bombing her own sister’s party (neither of them stop to bother to remember how Alice was the one to open that present first and how suspicious and needlessly risky such a thing would be, nope), Grace says perhaps the shittiest thing she’s ever said about her child- “I had a sinking sensation the hospital mixed up the babies when Turtle was born”- to which Jake rightly replies, “no wonder she wants to blow us all up.” It seems here he finally realizes his hands-off approach to all these family issues means some serious problems have festered.

We also get some backstory on Grace and Jake at last, apparently Grace WAS different in the past, but she and Jake fell on hard times and she came to resent that he didn’t become a “real” doctor, which is why she’s so keen on having Angela marry one so she doesn’t have to struggle- not accepting that Angela could find ALSO find herself very financially stable if she, y’know, became a doctor herself. More sympathetically, Grace’s family disowned her for marrying a Jewish man, and that is the one thing she never throws back in Jake’s face. So for all her shittiness, I guess Grace gets a big “at least I’m not anti-Semitic” medal.

(closest thing to a source)

Grace realizes she might be…gasp…a bad person! And Jake seems to realize his responsibility in not being more involved with his wife and family. Rather than punish Alice, they all decide to go to Doug’s track meet with Flora, which flummoxes her. Angela comes home from the hospital noticing that for once, everyone is ignoring her. Does she already know what Alice did for her at this point? I assume so, since she doesn’t comment on her hair, but I really want to see her reaction and whether she’s deeply touched by the action! We don’t get any of that this chapter though, she’s just kind of pleased at being ignored.

Ford, like me, is suspicious Northup may be Westing. He certainly acts the part in this chapter, reaming out the Wexlers and even viciously firing Sandy.

It helps that Westing had plastic surgery thanks to his car accident fifteen years ago, so he could be anyone. Sandy, on the other hand, also agrees with me that Otis Amber is probably putting on an act and concludes that he also could be Westing. I hadn’t considered that, honestly. I guess to be thorough, our other outsider is Ed Plum, the lawyer. Among the heirs, Sandy himself is the only possibility I can see for Westing, being the only single man (and the only person Ford didn’t get direct investigative information on- she took his word for his backstory) (God, it would be twist of the knife if the guy she was hanging out with this whole time was Westing, huh). I’d have to go back and look through all the stuff we have on him and his point of view to see if that tracks at all though. So many possible Westings!

(I notice Westing’s doctor friend suffered a “crushed leg” in the same accident and there are a lot of limpers in the cast, Otis included. Hmmm…could Sykes be Otis?)

This chapter really is ‘shitty parents maybe becoming better’ power hour, because despite all his calling his son a ‘dumb jock’, Hoo is openly proud and joyous when Doug wins the medal at the track meet. Sun also shows her first visible bit of attachment and pride to the family, celebrating Doug’s accomplishment and even telling him “good boy” in English (I really want to know if Doug can speak Chinese? I just want to see them have a conversation, book! Let me see it!)

The chapter concludes with Ford revealing she’s figured out Crow is Westing’s ex and Crow herself feels he’s coming with her for her sins. Man, if Otis really is Westing it’s fucked up considering how much time the two spend together. He’s even kind of flirty with Crow as they head to the Westing manor where everyone will reveal their findings, saying the moon is romantic. The next chapter’s gonna be another doozy, I can feel it!

#nev reads the westing game

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myfavoriteskdramas · 4 years ago

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So guys, I've wanted to do this kind of list since a lot of time ago, of the kdramas that from my point of view are underrated, and I think more people who loves kdramas should give them a chance and watch them, so here is the first part:

1. Hogu's love aka Fool's love.

Ho Goo has a twin sister Ho Gyeong. He has tried to pass the civil service examination, but has failed for 7 years. He also has never dated in his life. One day, he meets Do Hee. She was the most popular girl back in his high school days. She is a member of the national swimming team and has a burning desire to win. She also talks like one of the guys. They spend the night together, but the next morning he finds a baby next next to him and Do Hee is gone. After Ho Goo meets Do Hee again, he becomes involved in a complicated romantic relationship and a dangerous friendship.

Link where you can watch it: https://dramacool.so/drama-detail/hogoos-love

2. The tale of nokdu aka Mung bean chronicles (one of my faves).

Jeon Nok Du is a man with extraordinary ambition to experience the big, wide world. With looks, brains, and athletic abilities, he is the epitome of perfection. After being swept up in an incident, he disguises himself as a woman to join a mysterious all-woman community and meets Dong Dong Joo.

Dong Dong Joo is a prickly gisaeng trainee. Along with her fiery personality, she is clumsy, has absolutely no sense of rhythm, and is tone-deaf, which makes all of her peers look after her. However, she is skilled with her hands as she can make anything if given the right tools. Unable to stand injustice, she speaks her mind.

Due to this fact, Jeon Nok Du ends up saving Dong Dong Joo from a dangerous situation. After that, she suddenly becomes Jeon Nok Du’s adopted daughter and he decides to live in the widow village for 1 year.

Link where you can watch it:

Is on Viki but you can watch it in this link too https://dramacool.so/drama-detail/mung-bean-chronicles

3. Clean with passion for now.

Jang Sun Gyeol has wealth and good looks but suffers from severe mysophobia. He is obsessed with cleaning and even owns his own cleaning company. However, he meets a carefree and untidy girl named Gil Oh Sol after she enters his company as a new employee.

Oh Sol has worked all sorts of part-time jobs while striving for a full-time job and does not have the luxury to date or be clean. She gave up on being neat after facing the tough reality of the world and is known for always wearing her trademark tracksuit. But she has a bright personality and does not mind getting dirty. With the help of Oh Sol, Sun Gyeol faces his mysophobia and also falls in love with her.

Link where you can watch it: https://dramacool.so/drama-detail/clean-with-passion-for-now

4. Live up to your name aka Deserving of the name.

Heo Im, who is born in a concubine family in Joseon era and has very outstanding medical skill, is frustrated about his career as he fails to climb to higher positions in the government because of his background. By accident, he travels through time to modern Seoul 400 years later and meets modern doctor Yeon Gyung. Thinking that Heo Im is weird, she hopes to get rid of Heo Im but instead, they travel back to Joseon together again.

Link where you can watch it:

Is on netflix, but you can watch it too in this link https://dramacool.so/drama-detail/deserving-of-the-name

5. Live On (Just finished one or two weeks ago) if you want to watch a short kdrama, this one it only has 8 episodes.

Live On” is set to be a romance story that follows the lives of Baek Ho Rang (Jung Da Bin), who is at the top of food chain at her high school where being trendy and popular brings higher social status, and Go Eun Taek (Minhyun), a perfectionist who is the head of the broadcasting club. Baek Ho Rang joins the broadcasting club in order get help from Go Eun Taek in uncovering the identity of a mysterious figure who is trying to bring to light parts of her past she wants to keep hidden.Baek Ho Rang immediately shot up to social media star status because of her beautiful looks and is one of the most popular girls at Seo Hyun High School. Despite being at the top of the social pyramid, she only has one true friend as she believes she is the center of the universe and looks down on others. Meanwhile, Go Eun Taek is in charge of the school’s broadcasting club and is someone who is sensitive, detail oriented, can sometimes be irritable, and plans everything out perfectly. Though he is strict and inflexible when it comes to his leadership, he never shies away from any task that is given to him and is loved by his fellow students.

Link where you can watch it:

Is on Viki but also you can watch it in this link

https://dramacool.so/drama-detail/live-on-2020

6. Dinner Mate.

This drama is about a young woman going through a rough breakup with a longtime boyfriend she’s still in love with, and a young man who’s a serial dater and kind of tired of relationships. They both like to eat out but dislike having to go to nice restaurants alone, and they happen to meet while waiting to be seated at a restaurant, each of them alone. The hostess mistakes them for a couple and offers them a couple special, which prompts them to sit together and end up having dinner together. After their first unexpected meeting, they meet and have dinner together weekly. That’s how they strike up an unusual friendship where they get together just to eat out, and over multiple dinners, they open up to each other about their relationship troubles and grow closer.

Link where you can watch it:

https://dramacool.so/drama-detail/dinner-mate

7. Oh my venus.

This is a drama about two Childhood friends meet again in their adulthood and find themselves making a bet on a “diet challenge”. The story focuses on their journey of searching for love and health.

Kang Joo Eun meets Kim Yeong Ho, who agrees to be her personal trainer to help her get healthier. As they work on her physical transformation, they both discover they have feelings for each other. As they grow closer, they heal each other's emotional wounds and fall in love.

Link where you can watch it:

Is on Viki but here's the link too

https://dramacool.so/drama-detail/oh-my-venus

8. Cheat on me if you can ( Is still on emission, there's only two episodes left).

For her work, best-selling crime author Yeo Joo researches how to make a murder look like an accidental death. Next to her is her younger husband, Woo Sung, who is a family man and works as a divorce lawyer. Woo Sung still thinks he's a sexy, attractive partner, and lives on with his wonderful marriage life. However, lately, Yeo Joo, who would rather be a widow than a divorcee, starts finding some of his behavior suspicious. Could he be cheating on her? Could Woo Sung possibly be enjoying a thrilling affair behind her back? Yeo Joo tells it straight: If he cheats, he will die.

Link where you can watch it:

Is on Viki but also here's the link https://dramacool.so/drama-detail/if-you-cheat-you-die

9. The beauty inside (one of my faves).

Han Se Kye is a top actress, also known as a troublemaker, with many rumors around her. To others, her life appears as a mystery, when in fact she is faced with a strange occurrence where she must change into a different body and new identity for one week a month. She encounters Seo Do Jae, a brilliant man who is an executive at an airline company. He seems to have it all: a perfect appearance, knowledge, and a good job; but he has a secret too. He suffers from Prosopagnosia, the inability to recognize faces. However, he manages to hide this from the world, every day he makes an effort to remember people by their personalities.

Seo Do Jae's life begins to change when he meets Han Se Kye. She is the only person whose face he can recognize. But with Han Se Kye's constant disappearance and change how long can she keep her secret?.

Link where you can watch it:

https://dramacool.so/drama-detail/the-beauty-inside-korean-drama

10. Royal secret inspector aka Secret royal agent (is on emission now, there's a few episodes left).

Set towards the end of the Joseon era, Sung Yi-Gyeom placed first in the state examination and he now works at the Hongmungwan (administrative and research department). He doesn't have a goal or ambition for his life. One day, Sung Yi-Gyeom is caught gambling. As punishment, he is assigned to work as a secret royal inspector. His job is to eradicate illegal acts and corruption by public officers. He carries out his new job with the help of Hong Da-In and Park Chun-Sam. Hong Da-In is a female inspector and solves cases with Sung Yi-Gyeom. Park Chun-Sam is Sung Yi-Gyeom’s servant. Park Chun-Sam is talkative, affectionate, and tearful.

Meanwhile, Sung Yi-Beom is Sung Yi-Gyeom’s younger stepbrother. His father is a nobleman, but his mother is a slave. Due to his mother's low social status, his father does not accept him as his real son and he is barred from having certain opportunities. He opposes his older stepbrother Sung Yi-Gyeom.

Link where you can watch it:

https://dramacool.so/drama-detail/new-secret-royal-inspector

#myfavoriteskdramas #kdrama #kdramadaily #kdramaedit #my edit #**mine #kdramas #jtbc live on #oh my venus kbs #dinner mate mbc #live up to your name tvn #the tale of nokdu kbs #hogu's love tvn #cheat on me if you can kbs #clean with passion for now jtbc #royal secret agent kbs #the beauty inside jtbc #kdramas underrated part 1

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The House of D

As one of his final acts in office, Mayor Jimmy Walker broke ground in 1932 for the New York City House of Detention for Women, built on the site of the old Jefferson Market jail in Greenwich Village and colloquially known as the House of D. According to sociologist Sara Harris’ Hellhole (on John Waters’ list of recommended reading), It was intended as a model of prison reform. Opened in 1934, the twelve-story monolith of brownish brick with art deco flourishes loomed behind the old Jefferson Market courthouse on Sixth Avenue, looking more like a stylish if somewhat cheerless apartment building than a prison. Windows were meshed instead of barred, and the one sign on its exterior merely gave the address, “Number Ten Greenwich Avenue.” There were toilets and hot and cold running water in all four hundred cells, and it was going to focus on rehabilitating its inmates – prostitutes, vagrants, alcoholics and/or drug addicts – rather than merely punishing them. From the start the reality was at variance with the intentions, and the facility quickly became infamous as a combination of Bedlam and Bastille. Within a decade it was chronically overcrowded with a volatile mix of inmates: women who couldn’t make bail awaiting trials that were sometimes months off, women already convicted and serving time, alcoholics and addicts, the mentally ill, violent lesbian tops, street gang girls, hookers and other lifelong multiple offenders, and teenagers spending their first nights behind bars. Tougher, more experienced prisoners brutalized and sexually assaulted the weak and inexperienced. So, of course, did the staff. The halls rang with the howls of inmates suffering the agonies of drug or alcohol withdrawal. There were cockroaches and mice in the cells and worms in the food. Village lesbians called it the Country Club and the Snake Pit. The IWW organizer Elizabeth Gurley Flynn did time in the House of D, as did accused spy Ethel Rosenberg and Warhol shooter Valerie Solanas. In 1957, Dorothy Day, founder of the Catholic Worker movement, spent thirty days there for staying on the street during a civil defense air raid drill. Her ban-the-bomb supporters picketed outside every day from noon to two; the Times called them “possibly the most peaceful pickets in the city.”

Despite its bland exterior, the House of D made its presence very known in the neighborhood through the daily ritual of inmates yelling out the windows or down from the exercise area on the roof to the boyfriends, girlfriends, dealers and pimps perpetually loitering on the Greenwich Avenue sidewalk – a carnivalesque Village tradition for almost forty years. Waters first caught the spectacle in the early 1960s. “It was amazing. No one can ever imagine what that was like. All the hookers would be screaming out the windows, ‘Hey Jimbo!’ And all the pimps would be down on the sidewalk yelling stuff.” Writer and film producer Jeremiah Newton initially encountered it at around the same time. “It was this huge, monolithic building, looking like the building the Morlocks dragged the Time Machine into, and the girls were always yelling down, screaming obscenities and throwing things out the window. It was the biggest building there. I sat on a stoop watching the people walk by. I’d never seen anything quite like it before.” The Village writer Grace Paley lived near the facility in the 1950s and 1960s, and walked her kids past it regularly. She wrote that “we would often have to thread our way through whole families calling up – bellowing, screaming up to the third, seventh, tenth floor, to figures, shadows behind bars and screened windows, How you feeling? Here’s Glena. She got big. Mami mami, you like my dress? We gettin you out baby. New lawyer come by.”

Women arrested at antiwar rallies during the Vietnam era found themselves locked up in the House of D with the hookers, junkies, crazies and butch lesbians. On Saturday, February 20 1965, two eighteen-year-old college students, Lisa Goldrosen of Bard and Andrea Dworkin of Bennington, were arrested during an antiwar protest at the UN and sent to the House of D. There, they later testified, they were brutally mistreated and humiliated by male doctors “examining” them for venereal diseases, and forced constantly to fend off the rough advances of other inmates. They were not allowed to use a telephone until Monday. That March, the New York Post ran an exposé based on their testimony. They didn’t experience anything other women hadn’t for thirty years by then, but in the 1960s those other inmates were overwhelmingly poor black and Hispanic women. Dworkin and Goldrosen were white, middle-class college coeds. As so often happens, that’s what it took to generate public outrage.

When Grace Paley herself was arrested at another war protest some months later, she was detained in the facility. Conditions had slightly improved in light of the outcry the Post had stirred up. Paley had been arrested before at antiwar protests, but it had always resulted in at worst overnight stays. This time a judge threw the book at her and gave her six days. “He thought I was old enough to know better,” she later wrote, “a forty-five year old woman, a mother and teacher. I ought to be too busy to waste time on causes I couldn’t possibly understand.” At least she could look out her cell window and watch her kids walking to school.

In October 1970, Angela Davis was arrested in the Howard Johnson Motor Lodge at Eighth Avenue and Fifty-First Street and taken to the House of D. It was not her first time in Greenwich Village. She was born in 1944 in Birmingham, Alabama, where her father was a car mechanic and her mother was a teacher and a civil rights activist. They lived in a black neighborhood called Dynamite Hill because the Klan had firebombed so many homes there. With help from the American Friends, she and her mother moved to New York, where her mother studied for her Masters at NYU while Angela attended Elisabeth Irwin High School in the Village. She went on to study philosophy at Brandeis, the Sorbonne, and at the University of California, earning her Ph.D. One of her teachers was Herbert Marcuse. By the late 1960s she was an avowed Communist, a member of the Student Nonviolent Coordinating Committee and affiliated with the Black Panthers. She lectured in philosophy at UCLA until 1969, when her Communist and radical affiliations got her fired.

In August of 1970 a black teen named Jonathan Jackson took over a Marin County courtroom and demanded the release of his older brother, Panther member George Jackson, from nearby Soledad prison. He took the judge, the district attorney and three jurors hostage. In the attempted getaway, Jackson, the judge and one other person were shot and killed. When police discovered that Davis, who knew George Jackson, was the registered owner of Jonathan’s weapon, she was charged as an accomplice to murder, a capital crime in California. She fled the state, which put her on the FBI’s most wanted list. A beautiful twenty-six-year-old with a huge and magnificent Afro, she became a global pop star of the revolution a la Che Guevara. When the FBI arrested her she’d spent a few days walking openly in Times Square, unrecognized because she’d slicked down the Afro and dressed like an office worker.

Within thirty minutes of her being locked up in the House of D a crowd of protesters began to gather outside the monolith, chanting; prisoners stood in their windows and chanted along, their fists raised. The NYPD sent a Tactical Defense Force unit – riot police – and House of D officials turned off all the lights inside, hoping to quiet things down. Instead, women set small fires in their cells, and demonstrators cheered the flickerings in the windows. They dispersed without major incident. Placed in isolation, Davis went on a ten-day hunger strike. She spent nine weeks in the facility while fighting extradition to California, where, she was quite convinced, she’d be convicted and put to death. In fact she would be acquitted of all charges in a San Francisco courtroom in 1972, after spending eighteen months behind bars.

Davis was the facility’s last celebrity tenant. Through the 1950s and 1960s, Greenwich Village civic and neighborhood groups had constantly called for the facility to be removed to some location more appropriate, which is to say far away from where they lived and walked their children to school. More liberal souls in the neighborhood thought it should stay, fearing that if the women were shifted to some more isolated location they might be all the more easily mistreated. Before he wrote the hit Broadway musicals Hello, Dolly! and La Cage aux Folles, Villager Jerry Herman wrote a satirical revue called Parade, which included a song about the House of D controversy:

Don’t tear down the House of Detention

Keep her and shield her from all who wish her harm

Don’t tear down the House of Detention

Cornerstone of Greenwich Village charm…

So I say fie, fie to the cynic

Know that there’s love in these hallowed walls of brown

There’s love in the laundry, there’s love in the showers,

There’s love in the clinic

'Twas built with love, my lovely house in town

Save the tramp, the pusher and the souse

Would you trade love for an apartment house?

Dworkin and Goldrosen’s testimony before a commission studying conditions at the House of D helped lead to its being shut down in 1971. Inmates were moved to a new facility on Rikers Island. After some debate about possible new uses for the Village monolith, it was simply torn down in 1973. The site is now a small, fenced-in garden. In 1974 Tom Eyen’s spoofy play Women Behind Bars, set in the House of D in the 1950s, premiered. John Waters’ star Divine performed in a later production.

by John Strausbaugh

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HOSTIS, Chapter II: Antiquum Fabulum, The Old Story

Previous Chapter (I: Primi Foederis)

Member: Lee Hyunjae (tbz)

Genre (by chapter): angst, drama, comedy

Category: Short Novel/ Long Series

“you’re the reason why I will never know who to trust anymore.”

~~~~~~ 10 YEARS AGO ~~~~~~

one of your legs were perched atop the seat your butt was planted on, and the students trudging past couldn’t help but steal little glances at you. if your parents were out here right now, they’d be pulling your right knee away from your chest, telling you to ‘sit properly’.

just because you were wearing a skirt doesn’t mean you had to sit like you were at some formal event; your defense was always the extra layer of shorts you wore underneath.

but your parents weren’t next to you, and if there wasn’t a camera mounted into the wall right opposite you, you would’ve ran your fingers into lee hyunjae’s eyes by now.

he was sitting in the same row as you with one empty seat in the middle, his hair was in a mess and he was busy redoing his tie.

yeah, the one you yanked loose.

the clean, ash-brown locks of your mother’s hair were bobbing up and down that particular grill of the window that was blocking your view of her face, but your father. who was easily a head taller than her, had a look of almost... astonishment, while the principal filled them in with the details.

lee hyunjae’s mother was in there somewhere too, but thanks to the useless posters that the principal had plastered to the window facing outwards, it saved you the pain of seeing her.

but you couldn’t stop a smug scoff from exiting your nostrils when you looked yourself in the mirror, completely unscathed while lee hyunjae looked like he just got out of a dog fight. if you were a boy, there would be absolutely nothing to stop him from getting into a brawl with you.

though you did hurl some of lee hyunjae’s stationery out the classroom window and yanked on his tie and pulled his hair, it’s not like he didn’t break your water bottle and scribbled all over your worksheets which you spent so much time on.

the funny thing about this whole sticky situation the both of you were in, was that you were sure that nothing was going to happen to you.

or lee hyunjae for that matter.

not only were the two of you the top students in the class, both your parents were working jobs of elite professions. it was the ugly reality that helped you realise how much of a sucker the school was for parents who were doctors and lawyers or rich people.

you came from a long line of medical practitioners, and as far as you were aware, lee hyunjae’s father owned some insurance company and his mother had the luxury of sitting around at home.

the commotion in the room dies down, and you notice the oily, greasy hair of your principal float towards the door. it swings open, and you hear all three parents apologise to the principal.

the look of tolerance and patience the principal had on his face disgusted you, because you knew that if it were any other student besides you or the one you just tried to kill, he would’ve immediately sent them to detention or gave them a suspension notice.

long story short, you were well aware that you were safe from any punishment only because your parents were important beneficiaries to the school.

his mother looks at you with a mixture of confusion and apology; she’d be pissed with her son for destroying your work, but you did inflict some kind of physical pain on her little, baby boy.

“y/n,” the stern, but familiar voice calls out to you, and your leg immediately drops to the floor, hands patting down your skirt as you got off the seat. “apologise to him.”

without needing a mirror or a reflection for you to see your own facial expression, you already knew that your face was contorted with extreme dissatisfaction and pure pettiness.

all you could think of was how grateful your parents should be that their slightly rebellious thirteen-year-old hasn’t killed this son of a--

“apologise, y/n.”

his mother gives lee hyunjae a little push as well, face printed with a small frown as she nods her apologetic head to your parents.

the hell are they apologising to each other for?

“i’m sorry i broke your bottle and drew on your worksheets.”

if your body could produce steam and heat and have it pushed out through all the holes in your head and face, you would’ve looked like the polar express. there was a disgustingly fake look of remorse on lee hyunjae’s face, and you would’ve retched right there and then just to tell him it took one fakeass to know another.

but not with your parents around you couldn’t.

“hyunjae’s already apologised, don’t you think you should too?”

your father chimes in, and he looks at you with soft eyes you knew you couldn’t resist. he was the parent who always came to rescue you from the scary one after all.

angrily shoving your two rows of teeth against each other and avoiding eye contact with lee hyunjae, you let the words roll off your tongue with complete zero weight of sincerity.

your mother opens her mouth to protest against your lack of respect, but your father holds her back from aggravating the situation.

from that day on, you and lee hyunjae were nicknamed ‘ares and ares’; two of the same kind who will never get along.

initially, you thought ‘athena and ares’ would’ve been a more suitable nickname, but athena was loved and ares was hated.

despite you knowing for yourself that you would’ve totally claimed the ‘athena’ role, it was nauseatingly difficult to pretend that lee hyunjae didn’t constantly have love letters hidden under his desk before school started.

though the name bestowed upon you, by literally tens and you dare say, hundreds of students in your school, was pretty cool, the idea of being placed into the same phrase and being associated with him in any little way was adequate to make you wish you were born in another era.

you spend the next four years of school living up to the name of ‘ares and ares’. every year, lee hyunjae found a way to piss you off, and it started becoming an effortless game of ping pong.

if he pissed you off, then there was no way you were going to let him go without pissing him off.

by the time the both of you were seniors, students who you didn’t even know existed were betting on who would emerge as the top student after national exams.

it wouldn’t be an underestimation to say that the school population was just treating the two of you as a source of entertainment when your scores for the national exam were tied.

the fight you had with your mother over which school to apply to after your primary school national exams was astronomical.

while you were genuinely losing brain cells worrying about a game you were playing in your own head, your mother had completely no idea how much you didn’t want to be in the same school as lucifer.

all you could think of was:

what if he’s thinking the same thing as you and applies to the second best school in the area?

what if the both of you got into the second best school because the two of you had the same mindset?

even if you applied to the top school, thinking that he’d apply to the second best school, he might still end up in the top school with y--

“y/n! does it really matter if you’re in the same school as him? isn’t the most important thing yourself?” your mother preaches while she runs through her patient files. the same type of files that’s kept both her and your father away from you for so long.

sometimes you wish they weren’t doctors so they could be more aware of your life, and in this case, more aware of the hatred you harboured against lee hyunjae.

“and i’m doing this important thing for myself so that i don’t end up in the same school as him,” you snap back without thinking much, your fingers dragging across the keys on the laptop.

apparently your tone was “too rude” for your mother to tolerate, and it took her two weeks to talk to you again.

frustrating, but you couldn’t be bothered less, and it was honestly pretty funny.

but that fun didn’t last for long.

~~~~~~ 6 YEARS AGO ~~~~~~

“you have to be shitting me.”

not only was he your classmate, he was taking the exact same combination of subjects as you, which meant you’d be seeing him in every class, every day, for the next two years before you graduate and go to university.

all that mind-fuckey reverse psychology i was worried about when applying for school did absolutely nothing.

you would’ve tried to outdo the look of disgust and agony that was cemented into lee hyunjae’s face every time he saw you, but that would’ve just been too petty and you decided it wasn’t worth your time.

after awhile, and by awhile you mean nearly a year, your mind started to wander off ares and your attention begun to gravitate to other men worth your time and attention.

lucky for you -- though you couldn’t care less -- so did hyunjae.

so why did he decide that messing with your experiment equipment was such a great idea? you may never know.

you were settled with the idea that he was just a sore loser merged with ares’ desire to win.

the rage and fury that you tried with the strength of every single cell in your body to contain it was not enough. not when your chemicals began blowing up and spitting itself all over your workspace during a graded test.

you knew exactly who would’ve done this.

you remember pulling lee hyunjae off his own girlfriend in the hallways of the school right after the test, and his collar gets crumpled in your fists as you shove him against the lockers.

his girlfriend was such a wuss, she didn’t move a muscle when she saw the way you violently locked him against the metal doors.

students pulled out cellphones and started to crowd around, watching you seethe anger and drill almost murderous glares into lee hyunjae’s face.

the beauty of being surrounded by a bunch of 17-year-olds who were thirsty for drama was that nobody would’ve been dumb enough to run off and looked for a teacher, and you didn’t need to worry about getting into trouble.

not when the school had ‘so much trust in their elite students’.

“you’re a fucking asshole, you know that? did you do it only because you didn’t want me to beat you?” by investing all your body weight into pressing his neck against the lockers behind him, he would require more than a comfortable amount of energy to remove you off him. “how big of a pussy do you have to be to tamper with my shit just so you can secure your own grades?”

the veins on your hands were on the verge of bursting through your skin, and you could feel your face reddening with dangerous amounts of wrath and resentment.

lee hyunjae’s chin was tilted upwards, giving himself enough space to breathe with your knuckles digging into the skin of his neck, and a vein exposes itself on his forehead where his temples were tightened.

he breaks out into an arrogant sound, and his words leave his lips like little stabs in the chest.

“you have no proof that i did it, do you? what makes you think that confronting me like this is going to do any good?”

you suck in a deep breath so hard, your chest began to ache. the grip on the collar of his shirt tightens, and the anger fuels you with enough energy to pull him away from the lockers and slam him back against it, the impact of his body against the hardness echoing throughout the halls.

“you want to talk proof?” the strained grit between your jaws were replaced with a smirk.

lee hyunjae reads you easily, not that you were trying to hide it, and you could see a small pang of fear start to glimmer in his eyes.

“i’ll show you proof.”

releasing him and pulling your phone out your pocket, and find that one special picture you had of him in your gallery, and you hand it to his girlfriend without saying a word.

your eyes dig into his as he starts to pick up on the situation, and you soon start to hear his whiny, pathetic girlfriend start to weep and sob.

you take a step back and pull the phone out from her grip as he rushes to her and begins defending himself. the overwhelming sensation of satisfaction pulls your lips further up your cheeks into a wide smile, and you were nearly on the verge of bursting into loud, maniacal laughter when his girlfriend, or ex-girlfriend, shoves him off her and runs away in the opposite direction.

the crowd no longer had their phones in the air because it took you to cause a break up for them to decide that the situation has become private. now, everybody was shooting harsh, disapproving glances at lee hyunjae for not only tampering with your experiment equipment, but being caught cheating on his own girlfriend.

your chin tilts upwards, arrogance spilling out every single pore on your skin and pooling around your feet in complete content. lee hyunjae calls out for his girlfriend, but the silence tells you that you’ve won this round.

“you--” he grabs your arm and nearly throws you into the lockers, but you lock your feet into the ground, and his rough, hard pants hit your cheek, not doing much besides add on to your ego. “you are the reason why i will never know who to trust anymore.”

a loud scoff hits the ceiling from your throat, and backing down wasn’t an option for you. not when you’re an ares, to his ares.

“you should keep your own credibility in check first before you talk about trust.”

lee hyunjae grits his teeth so hard, his glare was somehow becoming coated with a layer of wetness. he shoves you off, turning on his heels and storming off with clenched fists.

but where ares triumphs, ares will always be humiliated, or so the myths and the greek legends describe his downfall.

it doesn’t take you long to notice all the looks of disgust students were shooting you as you strode towards your boyfriend in the classroom. after the whole showdown with lee hyunjae about your graded test -- that you failed -- it was safe to say that the both of you shot yourself to fame in the new school.

“do i want to know what happened now? why’s everybody looking at me like they want to kill me?” you drop your bag next to younghoon and look at his strained facial features, staring at his phone screen blankly.

you rest your chin on his shoulder and scan the contents of the page, only to have it ignite a fire of bitterness and malice in your chest.

“wait--” you snatch the phone out of his grasp, and a fear of losing him washes over you like darkness swallows a dying soul. “you don’t believe this shit, do you?”

younghoon looks at you with sad eyes, eyes that you never wanted to see, eyes that you would never want to be the reason of.

the tweet was blowing up with comments by students from your school, and there was a picture of your lab teacher kissing someone who looked like you.

‘no wonder her grades are so good’

‘should’ve known she’s not that great compared to lee hyunjae’

‘and she told him to check his credibility? what a fucker’

the entire world around you crashes down on you violently despite the deafening silence of the classroom.

like the way athena bested her brother in war and drove a guided spear through his ribs, lee hyunjae had bested you by taking away the first boy you’ve ever loved.

what was the fire started by and what was fueling it? ares was the god of war, and he was just as brutal as he was cruel; it was the world’s most accurate label to paste on both of you.

had the two of you been placed into a ring of fire and you had to fight to your death to win, there was something about the way lee hyunjae never backing down that reminded you of you; that he would fight till the end.

was the fire ignited because you didn’t want to lose to him? did you see nothing but blood and black when it came to him?

graduating and deciding to pursue medicine outside the country was a surefire way to avoid the ares to your ares, and for about four years, that was the case. choosing prestigious schools located in the same country nearly threw you off the ball, but the relief in you when you realised the schools were 66 miles away from each other tasted like sugar on your tongue.

you wonder if it was just a plain coincidence for the number 6 to appear when it came to lee hyunjae, the lucifer in your underworld.

so for four years you lived your life the way you wanted to. without anybody to sabotage you or ruin your chances at becoming the doctor you were meant to be. you had all that there was, and you started to believe in a life where you weren’t tormented by the last person you’d want to be.

but it just so happened that athena never killed ares, for ares is a deathless god.

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Chapter III: Aemulatio

#hyunjae #the boyz #hyunjae fanfic #hyunjae imagine #hyunjae smut #eventually #was told to do this #timetohajima #timetohajima hostis

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newstfionline · 3 years ago

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Saturday, July 31, 2021

Biden to allow eviction moratorium to expire Saturday (AP) The Biden administration announced Thursday it will allow a nationwide ban on evictions to expire Saturday, arguing that its hands are tied after the Supreme Court signaled the moratorium would only be extended until the end of the month. The White House said President Joe Biden would have liked to extend the federal eviction moratorium due to spread of the highly contagious delta variant of the coronavirus. Instead, Biden called on “Congress to extend the eviction moratorium to protect such vulnerable renters and their families without delay.” By the end of March, 6.4 million American households were behind on their rent, according to the Department of Housing and Urban Development. As of July 5, roughly 3.6 million people in the U.S. said they faced eviction in the next two months, according to the U.S. Census Bureau’s Household Pulse Survey.

Evacuation flight brings 200 Afghans to US (AP) The first flight evacuating Afghans who worked alongside Americans in Afghanistan brought more than 200 people, including scores of children and babies in arms, to resettlement in the United States on Friday, and President Joe Biden welcomed them home. The evacuation flights, bringing out former interpreters and others who fear retaliation from Afghanistan’s Taliban for having worked with American service members and civilians, highlight American uncertainty about how Afghanistan’s government and military will fare after the last U.S. combat forces leave that country in the coming weeks. Family members are accompanying the interpreters, translators and others on the flights out. The commercial airliner carrying the 221 Afghans in the special visa program, including 57 children and 15 babies, according to an internal U.S. government document obtained by The Associated Press, touched down in Dulles, Virginia, just outside Washington, D.C.

Not in control (NYT) Consider these Covid-19 mysteries: In India—where the Delta variant was first identified and caused a huge outbreak—cases have plunged over the past two months. A similar drop may now be underway in Britain. There is no clear explanation for these declines. / In the U.S., cases started falling rapidly in early January. The decline began before vaccination was widespread and did not follow any evident changes in Americans’ Covid attitudes. / In March and April, the Alpha variant helped cause a sharp rise in cases in the upper Midwest and Canada. That outbreak seemed poised to spread to the rest of North America—but did not. / This spring, caseloads were not consistently higher in parts of the U.S. that had relaxed masking and social distancing measures (like Florida and Texas) than in regions that remained vigilant. / Large parts of Africa and Asia still have not experienced outbreaks as big as those in Europe, North America and South America. / How do we solve these mysteries? Michael Osterholm, who runs an infectious disease research center at the University of Minnesota, suggests that people keep in mind one overriding idea: humility. “We’ve ascribed far too much human authority over the virus,” he told me.

Diasporas at the Olympics (Foreign Policy) Cuban athletes at the Tokyo Olympics are evidence of the exodus from the island over the years. By the Cuban sports journalist Francys Romero’s count, more than 20 athletes at the Olympics were born in Cuba but became naturalized in and are now playing for other countries. That’s a group almost one-third the size of Cuba’s own delegation.

Peru’s politics (Foreign Policy) Peru’s new President Pedro Castillo chose Guido Bellido, a congressman and fellow member of his Marxist Free Peru party, as his prime minister as part of a cabinet announcement on Thursday, setting up a tense confirmation battle with the country’s opposition-led Congress. Bellido courted controversy in a local media interview in April when he expressed sympathy for members of Shining Path—a Maoist guerilla group who fought a bloody insurgency during the 1980s and 1990s.

Death toll in Turkish wildfires rises to four, blazes rage on (Reuters) The death toll from wildfires on Turkey’s southern coast has risen to four and firefighters were battling blazes for a third day on Friday after the evacuation of dozens of villages and some hotels. More than 60 wildfires have broken out across 17 provinces on Turkey’s Aegean and Mediterranean coasts this week, officials have said. Villages and some hotels have been evacuated in areas popular with tourists, and TV footage had shown people fleeing across fields as they watched fires close in on their homes.

Three Jehovah’s Witnesses sentenced to six or more years in Russian prison for their faith (RNS) Three Jehovah’s Witnesses in Russia were convicted and sentenced to prison for practicing their faith on Thursday (July 29). Vilen Avanesov, 68, was sentenced to six years, and his son Arsen Avanesov, 37, along with a third defendant, Aleksandr Parkov, 53, were both sentenced to six-and-a-half years. All three men have already spent more than two years in pretrial detention. “These men should never, ever have had to spend a minute in prison, and yet they’ve been locked up for two years,” said Rachel Denber, deputy director of Human Rights Watch’s Europe and Central Asia division. The three Jehovah’s Witnesses were detained in Rostov-on-Don in May 2019 and accused of continuing the operations of a Jehovah’s Witness organization that had been liquidated. All three were charged with organizing extremist activities. In January 2020, Arsen Avanesov was also accused of “financing extremist activities” by collecting donations to rent a room to meet with other Jehovah’s Witnesses. Near the trial’s conclusion, Arsen Avanesov spoke of his devotion to God: “I dedicated my life to him and did it sincerely. … I don’t want, I can’t and will not give up my promise.” The sentences for the three men are considered particularly harsh in a country where rape is punishable by three years in prison and kidnapping by five. The sentencing follows a 2017 ruling that categorizes the religious group as “extremist.”

Myanmar leaders ‘weaponizing’ COVID-19, residents say (AP) With coronavirus deaths rising in Myanmar, allegations are growing from residents and human rights activists that the military government, which seized control in February, is using the pandemic to consolidate power and crush opposition. Supplies of medical oxygen are running low, and the government has restricted its private sale in many places, saying it is trying to prevent hoarding. But that has led to widespread allegations that the stocks are being directed to government supporters and military-run hospitals. At the same time, medical workers have been targeted after spearheading a civil disobedience movement that urged professionals and civil servants not to cooperate with the government, known as the State Administrative Council. “They have stopped distributing personal protection equipment and masks, and they will not let civilians who they suspect are supporting the democracy movement be treated in hospitals, and they’re arresting doctors who support the civil disobedience movement,” said Yanghee Lee, the U.N.’s former Myanmar human rights expert and a founding member of the Special Advisory Council for Myanmar. “With the oxygen, they have banned sales to civilians or people who are not supported by the SAC, so they’re using something that can save the people against the people,” she said. “The military is weaponizing COVID.”

North Korea began the summer in a food crisis. A heat wave and drought could make it worse. (Washington Post) At the beginning of the summer, North Korean leader Kim Jong Un described the country’s food situation as “tense” after border closures caused by the coronavirus pandemic and crippling floods. By midsummer, a cycle of grinding heat and record-low rainfall could be a sign of a greater food crisis and hunger ahead. Temperatures in North Korea have climbed as high as 102 degrees in some areas this week—a shock in a country where temperatures do not often break 100 degrees. The heat wave has been compounded by a growing drought. North Korea had gotten 21.2 millimeters, or less than an inch, of rain as of mid-July. It is so hot that state media reports have been repeatedly warning residents about the dangers of dehydration and low sodium levels, especially for the elderly and those at risk of heart disease or stroke. They are urging residents to stay out of the sun, eat more fruits and vegetables, and drink more than two liters (about two quarts) of water per day, according to NK News, which monitors North Korea’s state media.

Hong Kong protester given 9-year term in 1st security case (AP) A pro-democracy protester was sentenced Friday to nine years in prison in the closely watched first prosecution under Hong Kong’s national security law as the ruling Communist Party tightens control over the territory. Tong Ying-kit, 24, was convicted of inciting secession and terrorism for driving his motorcycle into a group of police officers at a July 1, 2020, rally. He carried a flag bearing the banned slogan, “Liberate Hong Kong, revolution of our times.” Tong’s sentence was longer than the three years requested by the prosecution. He faced a possible maximum of life in prison. Tong’s sentence is a “hammer blow to free speech” and shows the law is “a tool to instill terror” in government critics, Amnesty International’s Asia-Pacific regional director, Yamini Mishra, said in a statement. The law “lacks any exemption for legitimate expression or protest,” Mishra said. “The judgment at no point considered Tong’s rights to freedom of expression and protest.” Defense lawyers said Tong’s penalty should be light because the court hadn’t found the attack was deliberate, no one was injured, and the secession-related offense qualified as minor under the law.

New Zealand rated best place to survive global societal collapse (Guardian) New Zealand, Iceland, the UK, Tasmania and Ireland are the places best suited to survive a global collapse of society, according to a study. The researchers said human civilisation was “in a perilous state” due to the highly interconnected and energy-intensive society that had developed and the environmental damage this had caused. A collapse could arise from shocks, such as a severe financial crisis, the impacts of the climate crisis, destruction of nature, an even worse pandemic than Covid-19 or a combination of these, the scientists said. To assess which nations would be most resilient to such a collapse, countries were ranked according to their ability to grow food for their population, protect their borders from unwanted mass migration, and maintain an electrical grid and some manufacturing ability. Islands in temperate regions and mostly with low population densities came out on top.

Ethiopian roadblock (NYT) Aid workers in Ethiopia claim that an unofficial Ethiopian government blockade has cut off the only road into the conflict-torn region where millions of Ethiopians face the threat of mass starvation. A relief convoy headed for Tigray came under fire on the road on July 18, forcing it to turn around. On Tuesday, the World Food Program said 170 trucks loaded with relief aid were stranded in Semera, the capital of the neighboring Afar region, waiting for Ethiopian permission to make the trek into Tigray. The blockade is intensifying what some call the world’s worst humanitarian crisis in a decade. The crisis comes during an intensifying war, which has deepened ethnic tensions and stoked fears that Ethiopia will collapse. The United Nations estimates that 400,000 people there are living in famine-like conditions, and another 4.8 million need urgent help. The Ethiopian prime minister, Abiy Ahmed, who won the 2019 Nobel Peace Prize, said last week that his government was providing “unfettered humanitarian access” and committed to “the safe delivery of critical supplies to its people in the Tigray region.” However, Mr. Abiy’s ministers have publicly accused aid workers of helping and even arming the Tigrayan fighters, leading to aid workers being attacked at airports, and even killed.

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