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engaged19times · 4 years ago

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RHONJ Recrap - season 11, ep 1 - C U Next Tuesday!

Greetings fellow prostitution whores and welcome to my new weekly recrap of American institution The Real Housewives of New Jersey! Before I jump in I’ll introduce myself by saying that I’m a housewives super fan (I even watched DC, an experience I wouldn’t wish on my worst sister-in-law), an underemployed comedy writer (I can’t define “napalm” either, Lauren Manzo), and nothing makes me happier than to watch 6 bedazzled hypocrites in Cheesecake Factory mansions argue etiquette and loyalty between physical altercations in the world renowned cultural hub of Paterson, New Jersey. I know essay recaps are a bit of a relic but I am fond of ye olde written word so please enjoy this blast from the past, you scumbags!

We open without fanfare mid-scene to red-eyed Jackie and dead-eyed Teresa sitting in Margaret’s partially finished, wallpaper smothered home. We get the Bad Girls Club black-and-white flashes but unlike in Beverly Hills we’re not flashing to “three months earlier” but instead to “three days earlier.” It might take women of less gumption precious time to build to a production-halting confrontation but it only takes these agents of chaos half a week to get the meatball rolling.

Let’s back up a little to the ominous “three days prior” and catch up with our hot girls. It’s Jackie’s giant hot husband’s 46th birthday so she’s throwing him a party under a tent in the parking lot of a Greek restaurant. We learn that Teresa and Joe’s father has sadly passed in the offseason and Dolores Thee Stallion and Margaret have both had full cosmetic overhauls - Dolores with a second butt enhancement that left her with a giant hip scar rivaled only by Sally from Nightmare before Christmas and Margaret with a boob lift and apparent nipple sharpening (is that a procedure?) that she advertises in a blush silk top with no bra. Never one to be outdone at a parking lot birthday party, Joe Gorga arrives with his storyline - I mean wife, Melissa - also smuggling raisins under a skin tight children’s white T-shirt. Nipples are trending, ladies!

The Nightmare Before Christmas.

A beautiful boob lift.

Tarzan’s headlights.

Margaret’s hot employee Lexi and Teresa’s hot realtor Michelle (both of whom are official friends-of this year), as well as iconic social wrecking ball and Aydin Center for Plastic Surgery mascot Jennifer all saunter in for car park cocktails at this 3D nipple fashion show and as the night devolves we see the cast getting truly shit-housed on shots when out of nowhere storyline sniper Teresa drops the bomb that she heard sexy birthday Bigfoot Evan is cheating on Jackie... more specifically, that he “does stuff” at the gym but mysteriously can’t remember any details or where she heard this head-scratching accusation that draws as many gasps as it does “huhs?” Honest straight people question: do y’all hook up at gyms? And if so, where? Are there co-ed saunas now? Also can one of you explain the allure of Mike and Molly to me? Moving on. Most shocking was that the Perez Hilton of North Jersey doesn’t just drop this wild accusation once, she gleefully skips through this asphalt soiree like a goddamn town crier, addressing everyone she passes like Belle through the town square.

The next day the hard partying crew of Jersey Shore: All Grown Up recovers from their throbbing hangovers and we see cool mom Melissa traipsing through her particle board mausoleum in see-through sweatpants with a visible thong in front of her kids’ friends (you girls keep me young!), Marge Sr. driving a blue Mini Cooper with eyelashes on the headlights (which I assume are like the spinning rims of the Jersey Grandma community), and a flashback of Margaret’s Joe puking next to a tree (relatable, my dude).

Marge Sr.: Fully Loaded.

You girls keep me young!

Over at Jennifer’s palatial child farm we learn that her parents fight so much these days that she moved her father (Carl from Up!) to her multi-generational compound which has only angered her mother more.

Jennifer’s sweet dad.

We then find out Dolores’s dry boyfriend David with whom she shares the burning passion of a melting ice sculpture now lives with her bulging slab of a son Frankie Jr. in the house he and Delores built together but Dolores curiously still lives with her also bulging but slightly slimey ex Frank Sr. in her original house, a near Braunwyn-level web of over-explained but still vague relationship fuckery of which none of them seem on the same page. Dolores hid her surgery from David until the day before, David still works constantly so she hangs out with her ex all the time, and I can’t help but think that we aren’t getting the full story on whatever the fuck is happening under these two roofs. Are they brother-husbands? Is Frank Sr. piping both of them? Can Frankie Jr. DM me his nudes please? The only one being straight-forward in these duel households of confusion is Dolores’s dog who is simply named Dog and I honestly appreciate his refreshing transparency.

Dog Catania, king of transparency.

Finally, Jackie calls Teresa to organize an infamous Jersey sit-down because she somehow got wind of the out-of-thin-air accusations that Teresa all but presented with a bull horn and a PowerPoint at Evan’s parking lot social. They decide to meet at Margaret’s partially constructed house/ wallpaper showroom because it’s neutral territory to hash things out in a relaxing landscape of ladders and contrasting patterns and the tension is so thick you could cut it with one of Margaret’s newly renovated nipples.

Jackie pleads with Tre to clear her husband’s good name and Tre enters a baffling Kelly-Anne Conway bullshit loop which includes such hits as “woman to woman, if I heard this you wouldn’t want me to tell you?” (a reasonable point which is actually working against Teresa because it’s the opposite of what she did), then explaining to Margaret the immediately contradictory “I didn’t tell her and it’s not like I told Evan, I told my friends” (which is an explanation of what she obviously did wrong but said in the tone of a defense), the wacky last ditch nonsense deflection “Alright let me tell you the reason why I did it. This year, now, you know I’m single now. I’ve been approached by a lot of married men that think that it’s OK to have affairs,” and finally just saying fuck it and rewriting history “I did not spread a rumor, I heard a rumor.”

The truth is that Teresa was retaliating for a cheating rumor Jackie entertained about her last year but neither can be held to such unreasonable expectations like addressing reality or admitting fault which is actually ideal because if I cared to see emotionally mature community leaders converse thoughtfully I’d watch Oprah’s Super Soul Sunday not this unhinged turnpike circus.

Jackie’s rival won’t budge so she chooses the nuclear option, looks the reigning matriarch of Paterson in her vacant eyes, and declares confidently “I heard Gia snorts coke in the bathroom at parties” which stopped time on Earth as far as I’m concerned. Is this wild accusation true? Probably not. Was this retaliatory tit equal to the offending tat? Debatable. Do I blame Teresa for immediately whipping into a tailspin and storming out screaming the C-word (no Kathy Wakile, not “canoli kit”) at Jackie no less than 80 times? Girl, no I do not. Jackie has since clarified (backtracked?) that this was an analogy not a rumor she heard which... OK, and whether or not either of the atomic bombs dropped in this breakneck premiere were true, I’m excited to watch our Paterson superstars battle it out for another batshit season!

Esteemed poet laureat of Paterson, NJ.

Join me and my own rock hard nipples next week to recrap a girls trip to Lake George, more developments in the case of Jackie vs Teresa: Jersey Crime Story, and hopefully another cameo by breakout superstar Dog Catania! Please share this recrap with the prostitution whores in your life if you enjoy and follow me on Tumblr (engaged19times), Insta (@engagednineteentimes), and Twitter (@_engaged19times)! I’m recrapping weekly but I don’t get screeners (yet) and it takes me a few days to catch up so please be patient!

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namjoonchronicles · 6 years ago

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needy | nj

↳ pairing namjoon x you

↳ genre fluff, angst, domestic au

↳ words 5k

↳ summary Namjoon usually have his priorities in order. the demands of his professional life frequently intrude the life he shared with his wife. pushed to the blunt end, cornered and helpless, Namjoon said the wrong thing to the most important person in his life, and now he has to deal with the aftermath: facing the wrath of his wife.

↳ song ariana grande ‘nasa’

And it began, with a blinking cursor on a blank page.

Namjoon exhales deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose. He had taken a break after earnestly trying to write a passable verse. He picks his phone after a while and saw that his beloved wife hadn’t replied to any of his messages. It had been roughly four hours.

Unable to keep his composure any longer, Namjoon resorts to sending voice notes after two of his calls went unanswered.

“Can we please have dinner together tonight? I haven’t seen you in days, I’m losing my mind, I’m serious, baby stop playing around,” he huffs angrily, before pausing and then he resumes with a new breathe, “Call me back. Please.” He stressed on the word ‘please’, in hopes that it comes into picture how much he was in dire need of you.

Your toothbrush was in a separate holder, and you have your own personal toothpaste for use. You have dinners without him, and when he wants to talk, you would be typing on your laptop or watching a drama--which you deemed is more important than whatever he wants to talk about. Tonight, he sent you messages, and none of them were replied. But he heard the front door open, so he dashes out to see you taking off your heels and walking past him in the hallway, like he’s just one of the furnitures.

“Where have you been? I’ve been calling and calling…” he gently scolded. His nose picks up on something that wasn’t usually on you. His face sours as he said, “Why do you smell like nicotine?” You unzip your jeans and took them off before shoving them in the machine along with your blouse, turning a new cheek on Namjoon’s accusative tone, you forced out a smile. “Relax, it’s not me… Nika hasn’t quit, so she got them on me because we stayed in this awfully-ventilated karaoke room. She needed a friend to cheer up,” you patted his tummy twice walking out with your bras and undies, “Couldn’t hear you calling on the cell.”

Namjoon gawked and tailed behind you, “You usually tell me where you going everyday, I can’t get use to the privilege being stripped away from me; and can’t help remembering when I wanted it to be stripped away. Babe,” he urges you, hoping the term of endearment will give him an attention, but you continued stripping your bra and undie before wrapping yourself in a towel.

“Honey bear,” you called him, “I’m very tired. I’m so sorry I didn’t get back to your texts, but I’m home now,” you sang and walked inside the bathroom, but stopped Namjoon with your hand on his chest from stepping in. Pulling a fake ass smile on your face, tipping your glasses while standing in just towels at your husband. “I have a lot to do, so I’m just going to shower,” you politely spoke to him, before slamming the door in his face. And locking it.

Locking it. Namjoon was alarmed.

He begins to panic. His heart is hammering against his ribs, pounding erratically so he marches to his home studio, unable to take the sight of the door. You have never done that before. No one locks their door after marriage. You had been strange since a couple of weeks ago. You wake up, make coffee and then disappear until he leaves for work. He imagined you’d be home when he does, but all he found is food on the table and you would be on your table, next to the bed, typing with your earphones on.

Like tonight too, right after you showered. Namjoon peeked through the gaps of the door and took a shaky inhale. Once he decided he had mustered enough courage, he enters the bedroom with a mug of warm water. He sets them on the left corner of your table but you don’t notice until he pushes it further in. You looked up, and took off one of your earphones with a huge beaming smile that he had missed.

“That’s so nice of you, sweetie...thank you, you didn’t have to,” you took the brim of the mug to your lips before you realised that it was too hot to drink and set them back down again. “But I wanted to. I need… I need to talk to you,” Namjoon stammered, leaning against the door frame, making random movements with his hands and it’s all suggesting that his terribly nervous. “Is everything alright?” You spin your chair to face him, lacing your fingers together, ready for everything he had to say. Genuine concerns splayed across your face, regarding your husband’s trouble, whatever it may be.

I’m horny. Namjoon mentally slapped himself knowing that you will not succumb that easily especially when he had been an ass himself, all this time. Namjoon used another approach, a psychological one; you, his wife who bore a golden soul with a kindred heart would never past a chance to help anybody. This time, it’s him.

“I’ve been hitting the slump, as of lately,” he hung his head low, bending his index finger on your table, slightly mulling his words while you listened to him intently, “I feel like I cannot write a decent verse. And I’m afraid that I can never do it again.” You reached for his hand, softly but brief caress, the kind that you give a not-so-close friends and it hits Namjoon like a truck because he knows you can give more than just that. You’re limiting your skinship.

“You’re six feet tall, you’re not afraid of anything!” you exclaimed. “I’m afraid of you, so that’s not entirely true,” Namjoon scoffs.

You gave him a bro-smack on the forearm and crumpled your face into a grin.

“Why don’t you take a walk or watch some movies, you’ll get them back. You worry too much, what did I tell you about doing that…” you squinted your eyes at him and resumed typing on your laptop, “Sometimes we just have to push through you know, maybe get some decent chilly air outside or maybe just have some good nachos, you know, get back to basics, like Christina Aguilera used to say…” you gave him a half-hearted advice, glancing at him once in a while. Namjoon shifts from one foot to another, pressing his lips together, looking like he was disappointed with what your answers were.

Usually, when he was uninspired, or tell you he was uninspired, you’d be all over him, taking care of his needs. Manly needs. To get the creative juices going.

But tonight, it was clear to him that he wasn’t going to get any. He pouts more now, than he ever did when he was younger. Defeated, Namjoon returns to his studio and sat in his chair, and did nothing. For 2 hours.

Maybe he needed a more ‘aggressive approach’. So he climbed into bed shirtless, while you continue type on the laptop, not paying him a grain of attention. At all. He moves to the side of the bed where your study table was, and he cleared his throat.

“I was thinking, that maybe we could grab coffee this sunday, in that little english cottage cafe we used to date in, it’s been awhile since we went there,” Namjoon rambled only to realise that you had your earphones on, in full blast. He chewed the insides of his mouth and wet his lips, looking away and clenching his eyes shut. I can’t give up now, Namjoon thought.

He taps your elbow with his index finger, lightly and he got your attention. You hummed and took off your earphones, turning to him.

“Can I have some water, please?” he asked, scratching his bare chest so your gaze drops to notice that he is deliciously shirtless and ready for love, but you passed him the mug without another word said, and he replied an emotionless, “Thank you.”

“No problem…” you puffed your cheeks and went on Google to do further research on the self-help article you were trying to write for your blog.

Before you put those earphones back on, and not wanting to lose your attentions, Namjoon sat up to lean against the headboard to say, “It’s really hot isn’t it?” Your glint at him and you frowned at the screen because of his words, “It’s literally -4 degree celsius right now, Joon. Are you having a fever?” You pressed your palm on his forehead and retracted them when you feel nothing abnormal, “Hmm no, you do not. Maybe some sleep will help.” Namjoon’s plan fails again. But he is not ready to give up just yet.

“Maybe you should join me, so I could sleep better…” he bit his lower lip, attempting to be sexy but you exhale through your nose with the crumple of your face, “Then you’d be a lot hotter than what you’re feeling right now because, thermal equilibrium, you know… plus, I have a tonne things to do. So if you can’t sleep, you can go back to your studio and maybe, work?”

“Nah, I’ll sleep,” he rejected. You begin to unplug your laptop and gathering several papers with you. Namjoon switched to his side and asked, “Where are you going?” “Do my work outside because you need the lights off, to sleep,” you answered, and flipped the switch off, passing him a cute ‘goodnight’ and leaving the bedroom door fully shut. Namjoon has two choices: either he comes clean about what he wanted tonight and risk the rejection, or he sleeps being absolutely restless. A lot of things had happened.

He could go days into listing what they were but tonight, you crossed one more line. “Not even a goodnight kiss,” he grumbled and threw the duvets away. Before shoving his head through a thick hoodie because it was very very cold. Even colder when your wife wouldn’t make love to you.

Morning rises, Namjoon ran his arms down your side of the bed and see that it wasn’t messy as it should be if you’ve slept in it. When he walks down the hallway, he realises why. You had been sleeping on the couch, the whole night. Half-filled coffee mug on the floor, papers stacks on the left corner of the coffee table, and your laptop turning to black screen for inactivity. Namjoon wouldn’t dare to stir you awake but he was feeling very lonely. Despite living with you. It’s hard to manage micro distance, knowing you’re always on for a cuddling session, and now, you’re not anymore. Something flips in you.

Your alarm wakes you up, and have you jolted a little. You saw Namjoon standing there with both hands in his front hoodie pocket, wearing a maroon shorts. “You’re awake early,” you yawn, sitting on the chair, stretching and fetching your phone, first thing in the morning.

“Can we go out today? Together? Spend time...maybe?” Namjoon shrugs, voice still groggy from the deep sleep. You begin typing a message to reply to your friends, “Today? Sweetie I can’t, I made plans with my girls to have a spa day today… maybe next time, alright?” Not once you looked at him and you put a fist in front of your mouth as you yawned. You weren’t taking the conversation as serious as he was.

“I miss you…” he confessed, “so so much.” “I miss you too baby boy, but we can’t always have what we want,” you scrolled down your phone, mindlessly. “Can’t you do something about the spa day?” he persuaded.

“It’s been booked and paid in full,” you stood up and tied your hair up in a messy bun, “Look, my love, sometimes we have to learn to be apart. Have some space.” You stressed on the word ‘space’ and it hits Namjoon like a truck. And in your face, you were implying that it’s exactly what he taught. Unfortunately. You walked past him and disappear down the hall, your back growing smaller and smaller, the farther you get from him.

Right. Space.

You’re in the bathroom now, getting ready to leave the house again and Namjoon sat on the sofa, thinking of what he had done. For you to behave like this.

A few weeks ago, Namjoon returns home from being away for months. He has five weeks off. But his five weeks off doesn’t mean that he won’t be working. It meant, he has five weeks to finish writing the lyrics of the last few songs that may be included in the album. But it was a difficult theme to begin with, and he had been returning home, stressed. You’ve been a great help in reducing it. Cooking his favourite meal, driving him to places, hiking, walking endlessly etc. But one day, he felt smothered.

Usually, he wasn’t bothered by it. He was used to having you around, sitting on his lap, searching on his laptop instead of yours because his is always up and running, ready for use. So when he was in the middle of writing, you walked in with a mouthful of cookie, pulling his chair back like you always do, and sat in his lap to search for ‘Adverse Event Following Immunisation’ or simply, AEFI, since you were watching a debate between pro-choice and pro-vaccines in the television. It was a rerun and all your married friends in the chat room was discussing it, because they had children, asking you for explanation. But you can’t explain something you don’t understand, can you? This will be a quick revision and it could have waited but Namjoon snapped.

“Can’t you search it on your phone or something?” Namjoon spat, leaning back in his chair and you replied, “I wanted to but my phone died.” “I was literally doing my work, babe,” he sounds dejected and it didn’t take a genius to tell. “I’m sorry, let me just have a quick read-through,” you retorted.

“Please get off my lap…” his voice died. And you get off immediately, but move your hand to the mouse trying to close the window that you’ve used. “It’s suffocating…” he added and your heart tugged. But he isn’t finished there,

“What’s a guy gotta do, to get some space around here, geez.”

You clicked the close button quickly and swallowed a bitter gulp of saliva when it pools. You took his empty mug and smiled, “I’ll just get this refilled for you, hold on for a sec.” Trying to change the topic.

But he knows his words hurt you. That’s why he ran his palm down his face, with a sharp exhale through his nose and hand covering his mouth. Shortly after, he dashed out after you. And it all begin with a click of the door shut.

He saw you standing in the kitchen in front of the coffee machine, with the coffee not yet quite ready. Your butt sticking out while your head disappear in the freezer part of the fridge, on top. The cold air escaping on the sides then, you slammed it shut, after you fetch a popsicle. Namjoon couldn’t find a good word to say so he started with a soft call of your name and you hummed, cheerfully, as if he didn’t just hurt you. You’re a good pretender.

“I didn’t mean--” “--no, no, it’s okay. I totally understand you,” you smacked your lips together, licking the sweet and sour popsicle. Namjoon leans his elbow on the kitchen counter but you were standing by the sink, away from him. “You need space, I understand. I can be very smothering,” you gave him a lopsided smile, biting the top of the popsicle and chew the ice. “Work is very stressful, and sometimes we need to not be around people, I get that. It’s okay… go, go back to work, I’ll send you your coffee when it’s brewed, no worries…”

Weary of the seemingly positive response he had, Namjoon reassured that things were okay by asking, “We’re good, right?” You nodded, enthusiastically. But pays more attention to your popsicle than you do him. In your head you were already exercising a plan to leave him space, as he wanted. Or preferred. You admit it, you were too clingy. Too needy. So, you cut him off.

As he walked away, he couldn’t ignore the ominous feeling, lurking in his chest, spreading like wildfire, like something is about to go wrong. Very wrong.

You put on your red beanie, cream long sleeves, with a grey cardigan and jeans, ready to leave. There’s honks outside and your friends were waiting already. You managed to pass a quick bye to Namjoon and dashed out the front door and Namjoon’s despair begins. He has to get you back. And he had no idea how to do that. This space was too much space. He had to make it clear of what he wants and he has to woo you again. Question is, how?

Namjoon interfered with your changes, first of all. The separate toothbrush holder, gone. Your toiletries mixed up with his, like it used to. He vacuumed the whole house while you’re gone and put an incense to set the mood. You might have already eaten outside when you’re out with your friends but you wouldn’t pass a good steak.

Yoongi came over with bags of groceries, and rang the door multiple times. As he walks in to Namjoon holding the door open, he grumbled, “What the fuck did you do this time?”

Because the last Yoongi had to come was when Namjoon put his red socks in the pool of your white blouses for laundry that you loved very much and tried to play dumb.

“You asked her for space, rudely?” Yoongi thundered, “I don’t know if my steak is going to save you this time, man. I wouldn’t have let you live.” “I know, I know… I learnt my lesson, that’s why I’ve gone to great lengths. I plan to have this dinner with her, and talk about how we met. I bought her the frozen yoghurts that she loves, the one we had when we started dating. Then I’ll wash the plates while she showers,” Namjoon briefly tell Yoongi the plan.

“Why would you be washing the plates? You should be dicking her down,” Yoongi scowled. “I know my girl… she likes watching me do chores, it turns her on. But she’s rarely home to watch me so tonight, I’ll make her sit and watch,” Namjoon bit his smile, wiggling in his chair watching Yoongi cook, a diabolical plan in his mind. “What time is she coming home?” Yoongi asked.

Namjoon smacked his lips, and, “About that… can you call her for me? She won’t answer my calls and comes up with stupid excuses on why she couldn’t.” Yoongi dials you up, and after only two rings, you answered, “Hey Yoongs!”

“Hey… I’ve been trying to reach Namjoon, but I couldn’t get through his phone, do you know where he is?” Yoongi lied, and Namjoon sitting very close to Yoongi, that their shoulders touch. “Joon? He’s home, all that I know of. I’m outside, but I’ll be home at around 8pm, to check on him, will that be okay though?” you sounded like you’re in a busy street, walking on the sidewalks. “Yeah, that’s alright. Where are you? Why is it so noisy?” Yoongi asked trying to pry your location.

After a pause, you answered, “At the mall, I’ve been here all day. Window shopping, didn’t want to disturb Namjoon working…”

Namjoon dropped his head and stood up straight. Whatever Yoongi said after that, didn’t register in his head. He was feeling beyond guilty. You didn’t have a spa booked today, you don’t have plans with your friends, at all. You were at the mall, doing nothing, so you could be giving him space. Yoongi ended the call and finished setting up.

“Fix it buddy, I know you can,” Yoongi slapped Namjoon’s back firmly once, “I’m off.” “Thanks, hyung…” Namjoon sent Yoongi down and split second after that, your car entered the parking lot. At 8pm, like you said. Namjoon watched you from behind the pillar, looking at you with sad and frightened eyes. You stepped outside the car and locked them before heading to the lobby where Namjoon was walking out from his hiding to reveal himself.

“Hey…” you sang melodically, “I think I know you.” You beamed at the sight of him and he passed you a broken smile, extending his arm out so you could hold them but you held his sleeves instead. He had to manually put your hand where it was supposed to be, walking into the elevator. His chest heaves up and down at the most skin contact he had all week.

“How was the spa?” Namjoon asked, already knowing the truth.

“Expensive,” you lied, before shrugging the cold away. Namjoon kept silent, knowing that you decide to tell him lies. He walks ahead of you and a relaxed stride but you softly called his name, and stopped his swing of step. Then he turns his face to the side at you. You stood there, tiny and vulnerable, like how remembered.

“I lied,” you confessed, “I went to the mall and strolled around aimlessly after my friends dropped me back to the house at noon. I didn’t want to come home because I know you need to work… I’m sorry I lied.”

Namjoon extended his hand again, waiting for you to take them.

He entered the house and held the door open to let his lady love enter. “Wow, this smells really good, is that steak?” you commented and took off your jacket, “You have the incense lit up, what’s the occasion?” “Winning you back?” Namjoon tilted his head and pulled out a chair, waiting for you to sit on them before he pushes your chair in, all chivalry. “Chivalry is not dead,” you gushed as he took the seat on your left. He can’t bear to sit on the opposite end of the table, wanting to be as close as possible with you.

“Yoongi cooked this, didn’t he?” you asked. “But the idea was mine,” Namjoon shoved a grilled potato in his mouth, munching with a smile.

“We hadn’t spend time together, and I haven’t catched up with you in forever,” Namjoon shrugs. “Well, there’s not much to talk about from my side...I was trying to get more things to be busy with, and it’s kind of hard when my universe is centred around you, you know…” you gingerly cut a piece of meat with forks and knife.

Namjoon goes on talking about his friends at the office, and you returned with the similar situation with your family and friends. He learned that you attended an art workshop without him, and also got your laptop fixed while simultaneous working on an article on a rented laptop.

“It was rented… you didn’t notice?” you exclaimed with a huge smile. “It looks exactly like the one I got you!” he shot as loud.

“It was full of scratches, I would never let anything scratch my beloved laptop, not after all the services it had done for me,” you swirled the apple juice in your wine glass, taking a sip, while looking at Namjoon through your lashes. He rubs his hands together before he remembers he has desserts in the fridge with a small, “Oh!”

“Mango flavoured frozen yoghurts, for dessert,” Namjoon placed one cup on the table for you as he cleared the used dishes away and have it piled in the sink. You clean up your food really well. Maybe you didn’t have dinner after all.

“The same brand we got back when we’re dating?” You asked. “The very brand…” Namjoon confirmed. “They don’t sell these in the mart anywhere nearby, anymore,” you twisted your face while inhaling the mango yoghurt, pretty quickly for someone who had just eaten a plate of steak. “There is one small market down the west side,” Namjoon leans back, and took time with his cup.

“I like this flavour, reminds me of you,” you suddenly say. “Why is that?” Namjoon licked his lips, smiling at you, pressing his dimples. “Our first kiss tastes like mango,” casting your eyes down to your final spoon of yoghurt, you avoided Namjoon’s sultry gaze successfully. “If we kiss now, it’ll taste like mango,” he suggested but you just smiled and pushed the empty cup to him.

“I think,” you exhaled, “I’m going to shower after doing the dishes.” “No, I’m doing the dishes,” Namjoon passed his yoghurt, “I couldn’t finish mine, can you do the honor?” “You didn’t eat much of it at all!” Your eyes followed him to the kitchen. He chuckles but now has positioned himself by the sink, already washing off the first layer of grease on the plates, which weren’t many.

He hoped you still sit there, watching.

“You’re still there right?” he asked. “Yup…” your voice is muffled but it made him smile.

“The reason why I prepared this dinner is because I’ve been thinking about our conversations, regarding....space; that we had a couple of weeks ago?” he gave you his back, but you heard every word, clearly. “Yeah,” you felt the tension rising already. “I realised pretty much, immediately, how tactless my words were and even though I try to make sure everything is okay, by blatantly asking about them,” he pauses, and resumed after a deep inhale, “I know it’s not. I know you’re not.”

You hummed back, an indication that he has your attention.

“So this is me, fixing the shitty thing I did…” he sets one plate on the dish rack to dry, washing the other one now.

“I honestly feel that it’s truly understandable, that you need your space and I’ve been spoilt by you all these years, into walking in without permission, so I think it’s fair that I got called out the way I did. And I agree that I was too clingy, or needy…” So I gave you the taste of your own words, you thought.

“You set boundaries, and I understood that,” you added. “I didn’t mean putting your toothbrush in a separate holder; I didn’t mean you slipping in past midnight without telling me where you went; and I certainly didn’t mean for you to leave me in bed alone and left my calls unanswered. I needed space, but this was too much space,” he softens.

“I’m sorry, I was wrong,” you spat. “I didn’t plan for this dinner date, after so long, to result in another fight,” he turns around after the last dish set on the racks and wiped his hands dry with a cloth. Then he gives you, his back, to rearrange the chopping board back to where it was, the spatulas, the thongs, cleaning up after Yoongi’s stellar performance today. He made a mental note that he has to thank him later. He resumes,

“Through all these years that we’ve spent, we learn more and more things about one another. I love that we understand despite what’s not being said, and sometimes, even better than what we’ve verbally spoke of. I noticed that, I tend to be harsh in the way I put things. As how Taehyung would remind me. Shifting from being a leader at work, deciding and micro-managing pretty much everything, I admit that sometimes, I bring that attitude back home. On you. I realised that especially for you, I have to be careful on how I say it and when I say it. I’m still working on it. We don’t spend much time together to see how much I’ve progressed, and the times we already have wasted, because of what I said when I’m piled with work, certainly didn’t make things better…” He added a bitter chuckle.

He collects the cutleries and have it dried on a cloth, he turns the dish conditioner rack on for the night and then kept the peppers and salt on the top rack.

“I mean it, when I say I missed you, I miss us,” he murmurs to his chest, he looks up to see your eyes brimming with tears.

Your lips quivering, as a steady trail of tears fell down your cheek and settled on your chin before it pooled, and dropped to your lap when its weight was too much to bear. You roughly wiped it away with the back of sleeves, turning your face to the side.

“You don’t know what it’s like, having to be apart from someone you love, and be expected to wait in vain, no matter how long it takes, no matter how far; you just have to be fine,” your voice trembles as you spoke.

Namjoon didn’t interfere you and he stood there, listening. “I have this much time with my husband, just this much, before he has to go again, and I wanted to be as close as I can, with him…” you held your breath and resumed, “your words struck me at the wrong place, at the wrong time,” You wiped your tears away, harshly again. It just keeps falling doesn’t it? You felt pathetic.

Namjoon charges forward to you, and knelt next to your dining chair where you were seated. He gathered your hand but you needed them to cover your face so he covered both of his palm on your knees, instead. He looks at you with those doe eyes, pleading you for forgiveness.

“I did you wrong, didn’t I?” Namjoon purred, trying to look at your face, but you kept hiding it from view. “Fuck yeah you did,” you cussed, pressing the heel of your palms into the sockets of your eyes.

He rubs your clothed thigh, up and down, brushing his lips on your knee, pressing kisses on them. The only thing accessible for him right now.

“You think it didn’t hurt me? Having to stay away from you? But I had to persevere… because I had to, because you didn’t want me there,” you spoke through muffled cries. “I want you always,” Namjoon corrected you, “I do. I lashed out on you, like that. That wasn’t a healthy way of handling it.” “Namjoon, we need a code. Like, a way of saying ‘I need space’,” you started to gather your thoughts.

You put your hands in his, sniffing, and tipping your eyes up, in thoughts. Your face is red and flushed, your tear-stained cheeks, to Namjoon, you looked beautiful. Effortlessly stunning. For his eyes only. Your lashes are wet, nose turning pink, lips puffy and soft. Your voice was nasal, and you’re having hiccups. It was a painful sight, but adorable. Adorably painful. Namjoon didn’t want to ever see it again.

“We need to think of something that isn’t too strong because I have a weak heart,” you had trouble swallowing and breathing, post-crying, but it didn’t stop you from revising a good word to use, instead of ‘smothering’.

Namjoon pulled both of your knuckles and kissed each one of them, tenderly. He gave you a hug and you cried more. This was all you ever wanted. Your face in his nape, him nuzzling his nose on your shoulder. Namjoon clenches his eyes, twitching his face like he was scolding himself mentally.

“Can I please kiss you?” Namjoon whispered to your ears, feeling you pull away from the hug. “Hurry the hell up, what are you doing,” you scolded him.

He lands his lips on yours, kneading his flesh against your warm and soft ones, nibbling on the lower half, and tipping your chin up when you’re moving downwards. He lifts your arms to rest on either side of his shoulder, and you circled your arms around him in response. He switches to the other side, clashing noses with you, sucking your soul as gently as he can afford to.

You come into habit of lightly scratching his scalp with your nails when you kiss, tugging his hair once in a while, and it feels good. He would moan into your mouth at every tug, growing bolder with his tongue, biting gently, the way he remembers you like.

He lifts you from the chair without breaking the kiss, and you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist as he expertly maneuvered his way to the bedroom. The door is kicked shut behind him.

“And this is the baby shoes…” he showed you on camera. “And what are those for?” you teased him.

“Uhhh, I just thought it was cute, so I bought it,” Namjoon answered. “Funny, because I just bought baby socks,” you fall to your side on the bed, and took them out from the drawer to show him.

Namjoon gasped out loud, cutely. Then the camera pans to him smiling, till his eyes turns into a pair of crescents. He set his phone on the work desk of his office, where you could see and hear him typing. His eyes tipped up to the screen, looking very busy.

“Are we initiating ‘cave mode’ now?” you asked, crawling into the thick duvet. Namjoon’s side of the bed, empty. “No!” he exclaimed, “Not yet. Please. Cave mode is dreadful… I hate it,” Namjoon panics and then sombers down. You could see from the way his shoulders dropped and immediately stopped typing. “But you need it…” you sang, smiling teasingly at the screen.

He pouts. Here we go. It seems like the last time the word Space was used, traumatized him, so to speak. Or he is just being cute.

“You know you can’t miss me if I’m with you…” you coaxed him, “And your kisses are sexier when it has been awhile.”

He inhales deeply through his nose, and exhaling, “Fine.”

“NASA mode?” NASA mode.”

Video calls end. Jungkook walks in just in time to hear the ending of that call.

‘What’s the difference between cave and NASA mode?” “Cave is when I need space, NASA is when she needs space. You know, like Ariana Grande’s song, NASA?”

Namjoon started singing an off-pitch version of that song, doing the little dance in his swiveling chair, amusing Jungkook. Yes, his hyung has this cute side to him, too.

♫ Give you the whole world, I'ma need space I’ma need space, I'ma, I'ma need You know I'm a star; space, I'ma need space I'ma need space, I'ma, I'ma need space (N-A-S-A) ♫

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Hypnotized at Ikea

By Hypnofur

I laughed to myself as I see Shelly flirting. I can tell by the way she is smiling and playing with her hair that she is flirting. I’m a pretty good looking guy, women flirt with me, I know what it looks like. However, my wife Shelly is not the flirty type. Frankly, I’ve never seen her do it. However, desperate times require desperate measures. I assumed she was flirting because she was desperate.

And these were desperate times. Well, at least as far as holiday travel goes. We were in New Jersey, visiting her parents. We got here Christmas Eve. It was that night that we discovered the bed they had us sleeping in was completely broken. We got no sleep. However, it was Christmas Eve, and yesterday was Christmas. Nothing we could do about it. Plans were made to immediately go to Ikea today, the morning after Christmas. Well, the morning after Christmas turned into the late afternoon after Christmas, which turned into the evening after Christmas. There was a parade of relatives at my in laws today, which made it hard for us to get out. I really, really wanted to buy a new bed for the room we were in, but I couldn’t pull my wife away from visiting with this aunt or this cousin. It was a good 6:00 by the time we got out the house. Even though it was after Christmas, the traffic was still insane. Holiday shoppers must have instantly turned into holiday returners.

By the time we got to the Ikea parking lot, it was like 6:55. It was obvious the employees were walking out of the store to their cars. I was very confused, I thought they were open until 9? I grabbed my phone and investigated. Unfortunately, the Paramus Ikea was open until 9, but the Elizabeth NJ one, which we were currently in, closed at 7. Crap! I desperately did not want to go to another Ikea in this traffic. Plus, I knew damn well that it would take me another two hours after we got back to put the bed together after we got home. I was already tired from putting the kids’ toys together late on Christmas Eve, then of course not sleeping well on the broken bed last night again.

Shelly understood. She was grateful that I was being such a trooper during the time at her parents’ house. She knew we needed to get that bed from here no matter what. She looked at me, with desperation in her eyes and said, “You park the car, I’m going to run in, find the manager and plead our case!”

I dropped her off and tried desperately to find a space. It was murder. I finally found one. As I entered the large store, every employee that saw me made it painfully clear that they were not only NOT the manager, but also that the store was closing. I thought we were out of luck, until I saw Shelly up on floor two. She was near a Christmas tree, talking to a short, pudgy older man. It was then that I saw the flirting. That’s when I laughed to myself. She really wanted to avoid going to Paramus like I did. She must have been trying to flirt her way into getting him to let us make the purchase despite the closed store. We both knew our shopping time was limited. The kids were with my in laws, but it wasn’t long before they would become a handful for them.

“John, this is Todd. He’s the store manager. He’s going to help us.” Shelly says. “Isn’t he amazing?” she adds.

“Uh, yes. Thanks so much” I agree. This is a little weird. She really isn’t much of an actress, and I’ve never really seen her flirt before. She’s acting like he’s Tom Brady or something (she has a thing for Brady). I can tell by the way the sweaty little man is checking her out that he was totally the type of guy who would fall for it. Shelly isn’t a bombshell by any means, but she’s very pretty and fit. She has a great smile. I’m quite sure she was the prettiest customer that had smiled at Todd in quite a while. Though I will say, there is some sort of unnerving look in his eye. I’m not too worried about that though, whatever got me a solid, not broken, bed to sleep in tonight is fine by me.

“Honey, I want to buy this tree, it’s amazing.” Shelly tells me as she points to the decorated tree next to her. It has ornaments for sale all over it. They clearly haven’t been able to sell all of them this Christmas season. Her comment confuses the fuck out of me though. Why would we buy a Christmas tree, the day after Christmas, when we are five hours from home?

“I was just showing Michelle the special pattern that it has.” Todd says, as he presses some buttons on a remote he has in his hands. Is this his deal? Is he going to keep the store open long enough for us to buy the beds, but also strong arm us into buying some of the Christmas inventory he couldn’t move?

Lights on the tree start flashing. Left and right. Faster and faster. It is distracting. He’s talking to me, but he speaks softly. It’s hard to hear him. He’s saying something about keeping up with the lights. Something about following the lights and letting the lights do the work.

Shelly tells me “Follow the lights John. It feels so good. Just listen to HypnoLord’s voice”

Left and right and up and right, the lights keep flashing. They are relentless. Wait, who the fuck is HypnoLord?

I feel a jolt as he pulls my arm and says “Sleep”

I’m vaguely aware of him holding me by the shoulders and rocking me…. Then blackness… then climbing gently out of the hole of my mind before being yanked back down again. Even deeper this time.

Next thing I hear is the number 3 and the word Wake. I’m still standing next to Shelly. We are I feel really relaxed… and horny. HypnoLord is on one of the Ikea benches across from us. He seems so…powerful. I’m intimidated by him.

I look over at Shelly. Is she feeling like I’m feeling? She’s staring at HypnoLord like he’s fucking Brady again. What is happening?

“Michelle, come to me” he commands confidently.

Shelly slowly walks across the room to HypnoLord. She straddles him on the bench and they begin to kiss. I watch intently as they kiss. HypnoLord begins to kiss my wife's neck and ear which causes her to let out some soft moans. His hands now slide down to her hips and caress her ass. He gives each cheek a playful slap. Shelly moans again. HypnoLord slides one of his hands between her legs and begins to slowly caress her crotch over her black jeans. Shelly leans down and begins to kiss and suck on his neck. Why am I not trying to stop this? Maybe because I am so horny? Maybe because it is what HypnoLoad wants? In fact, not only do I not protest, I grab my phone from inside my pocket and begin to take pictures of my wife and her new lover. I don’t’ know why I even think to do this, I’m just so turned on by it all. I want to record it. HypnoLord notices me and stops Shelly. "Turn around," he commands her. Shelly quickly spins around and sits in his lap. HypnoLord slides his hand back between her legs and resumes his work. He whispers something to her. It must have been for her to remove her jeans, because that is what she does. She kicks them off, then sits back down on his lap. Pushing her panties over a bit, he slides two fingers into my wife's wet pussy and begins working them in and out. Shelly moans and throws her head back against him. HypnoLord reaches up with his other hand and takes her breast in his hand. He gives it a couple of hard squeezes through her sweater. This sends my wife over the edge. She moans in staggered breaths as her orgasm rushes through her. She convulses for a moment before falling back into his chest. HypnoLord slides his hands from between her legs and places his fingers against her lips. My wife immediately takes them into her mouth and licks them clean. Shelly has never, ever behaved like this before. She is currently so wanton, so free of inhibitions. "Good girl," HypnoLord says as he pulls his fingers from her mouth. “I think it is time to show you those beds you were after” HypnoLord tells us, and he gets up from the bench. Shelly follows behind him, as do I. He leads us to a section of the now deserted store with the beds. It’s odd, a half hour ago, this was my main focus. Now HypnoLord’s will, and how sexy everything is, has taken all of my focus. "Make sure you take lots of pictures honey." Shelly says. So crazy, she hates pictures of herself. At least, she used to. HypnoLord tells her to take off her sweater and bra and get on the bed. She obeys without hesitation, again looking at him with a starry eyed infatuation. HypnoLord walks over to the edge of the bed and begins to unbutton his shirt. Shelly reaches out and unbuckles his belt and pants. HypnoLord throws the shirt and pants to the floor revealing his bloated stomach. Shelly reaches out and grabs HypnoLord's hips and pulls him closer to her. She begins to kiss his cock through his underwear. Teasing him, she starts at the base and kisses all the way to the tip. Then she begins to lick along the outline of his hard cock. She turns and looks at me. "Is your cock hard honey?" she asks before licking HypnoLord's again. "His definitely is. It’s the most magnificent cock in the world" she says. She’s never, ever spoken like that. She smiles before pulling his underwear down. His hard cock flops out and almost smacks her in the face. She grips his hard shaft and strokes it while slowly caressing his balls with the other. Her strokes start off very slow as she inspects her new toy. HypnoLord steps closer to her and pushes his cock in her face. "Suck my cock," HypnoLord commands. Without hesitation, my wife obeys. She starts working him in and out of her mouth. HypnoLord grabs her hair, soon she is settling into a rhythm. She sucks his cock like a pro, I can’t believe it. She’s never been that confident or enthusiastic the few times she’s done that for me. After a few minutes he pulls his cock from her mouth. A line of spit goes from the tip of his cock to her mouth. She wipes it away and gasps for breath. HypnoLord releases her hair and lies down on the bed next to her. "Let me see those tits," HypnoLord commands. Shelly rolls to her side and again cups her breasts as she sits up. She straddles HypnoLord and slides up until her modest breasts are directly in his face. She slowly removes her hands and allows her breasts to hang freely in front of his face. He reaches out and grabs them both, kneading them in his hands for a moment before leaning up and sucking on her nipples, first the left one and then the right. Shelly throws her head back and gasps. She slides her hand down and begins to play with herself as he continues playing with her breasts. After a minute or two Shelly begins to moan again and appears to be approaching another orgasm. HypnoLord immediately stops and grabs her hand. "Not yet," he says. "Bend over and face your husband," he says. Shelly gets up and positions herself into the doggy position on the bed. I click the record button on the phone to film this moment. Shelly and I lock eyes as HypnoLord positions himself behind her. He places the tip of his cock at her wet slit. Shelly’s mouth opens as his cock begins to enter her. She grips the Ikea display bed tightly and moans as he slowly slides each inch of himself into her. His cock fills her. HypnoLord begins to pump into his cock into my wife. Shelly begins to buck back into him and soon they settle into a rhythm. He gives her ass a good slap on each cheek as he picks up his pace. "Oh my God, his cock is so amazing John," she says in ragged breaths. "Oh … I'm going to cum," she exclaims and begins to buck against him faster. HypnoLord grabs her hips and slams himself into her even harder. The sloppy sounds of their sex fill the room. Shelly puts her head down and begins to shake as her orgasm rushes through her. "Oh god. Fuck me please sir!," she screams before collapsing onto the bed. HypnoLord slows his pace but continues pumping into my wife as she catches her breath. He tells her to tell me how she loves his cock. Shelly looks at me and smiles.

“Mmmm I love his cock," she says. HypnoLord slaps her ass and pulls his cock out. "Lie down on your back," he commands and once again my wife happily obeys his commands. She rolls over and spreads herself open for him. He quickly positions himself between her thighs as she grabs his cock and guides it back into her. She moans as his large manhood fills her. She grabs his head and pulls him down to her. They eagerly kiss as he begins to fuck her. HypnoLord starts with slow, shallow thrusts before working himself deeper into her. Shelly wraps her legs around his thick waist, allowing him to get even deeper into her. HypnoLord picks up his pace and is now slamming himself into her soaking wet pussy. Shelly gasps and begins to scream again as HypnoLord relentlessly fucks her. She cums again but this time he does not slow down to allow her to recover. “Who do you serve?” he asks.

“You, I serve You!” Shelly responds.

“Who owns you?” he grunts.

“You do HypnoLord! You own me! I am yours!” she says. I know this to be true, and for some odd reason, it turns me on to no end.

"Where do you want my cum baby?" HypnoLord asks in staggered breaths. "All over my face," Shelly responds. HypnoLord thrusts into her for a few more times before pushing Shelly off of him. She quickly gets down her knees on the floor next to the bed. HypnoLord positions himself next to her and strokes his cock until his hot load explodes from his cock and lands all over my wife's face and chest. He staggers as his orgasm subsides and slowly strokes his cock. Shelly looks at me with a smile on her face. "Take another picture honey," she says. Hypnolord motions as if he wants to take it. I grab my phone from beside the bed and hand it to HypnoLord. He quickly snaps a few pics of my wife and hands it back to me. Shelly reaches out and grabs HypnoLord's cock, still continuing to worship it.

He is catching his breath as he starts to give us our commands. We buy the bed, but also the Christmas tree. He tells us we will set it up in our bedroom at home, all year round. It will be the tool he uses to continue to control us. He then tells us we will make a post to his blog and post the pictures and videos.

We should have just gone to Paramus.

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1 United States Swift codes and BIC codes – page 12

1.1 Swift code / BIC: INTERNATIONAL BANK FOR RECONSTRUCTION AND DEVELOPMENT

1.2 Swift code / BIC: INTERNATIONAL BANK OF CHICAGO

1.3 Swift code / BIC: INTERNATIONAL BANK OF COMMERCE

1.4 Swift code / BIC: INTERNATIONAL BUSINESS MACHINES

1.5 Swift code / BIC: INTERNATIONAL DEVELOPMENT ASSOCIATION

1.6 Swift code / BIC: INTERNATIONAL FINANCE BANK

1.7 Swift code / BIC: INTERNATIONAL FINANCE CORPORATION

1.8 Swift code / BIC: INTERNATIONAL FUND FOR ANIMAL WELFARE

1.9 Swift code / BIC: INTERNATIONAL MONETARY FUND

1.10 Swift code / BIC: INTERNATIONAL PAPER COMPANY

1.11 Swift code / BIC: INTERNATIONAL SECURITIES CLEARING CORPORATION

1.12 Swift code / BIC: INTESA SANPAOLO SPA (FORMERLY BANCA INTESA SPA NEW YORK)

1.13 Swift code / BIC: INTRUST BANK, N.A.

1.14 Swift code / BIC: INVESCO ADVISERS, INC.

1.15 Swift code / BIC: INVESCO CAPITAL MANAGEMENT, INC.

1.16 Swift code / BIC: INVESTORS BANK

1.17 Swift code / BIC: ISRAEL DISCOUNT BANK OF NEW YORK

1.18 Swift code / BIC: ITAU UNIBANCO S.A NEW YORK BRANCH

1.19 Swift code / BIC: ITG INC.

1.20 Swift code / BIC: ITRON, INC.

1.21 Swift code / BIC: J. ARON AND COMPANY

1.22 Swift code / BIC: J.P. MORGAN CLEARING CORP.

1.23 Swift code / BIC: J.P. MORGAN SECURITIES LLC

1.24 Swift code / BIC: J.P.MORGAN INVESTMENT MANAGEMENT

1.25 Swift code / BIC: JEFFERIES BACHE FINANCIAL SERVICES INC

1.26 Swift code / BIC: JEFFERIES LLC.

1.27 Swift code / BIC: JENNISON ASSOCIATES LLC

1.28 Swift code / BIC: JOHNSON BANK

1.29 Swift code / BIC: JPMORGAN CHASE BANK, N.A.

1.30 Swift code / BIC: JPMORGAN CHASE BANK,N.A.

1.31 Swift code / BIC: K AND L GATES LLP

1.32 Swift code / BIC: KASIKORN BANK PCL

1.33 Swift code / BIC: KBC BANK N.V.

1.34 Swift code / BIC: KBC SECURITIES USA, INC

1.35 Swift code / BIC: KCG AMERICAS LLC

1.36 Swift code / BIC: KEB LA FINANCIAL CORP.

1.37 Swift code / BIC: KEB NY FINANCIAL CORP.

1.38 Swift code / BIC: KEB USA INTERNATIONAL CORP.

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Bank code: 4 characters to identify the bank,

Country code: 2 characters constituting the ISO country code (ISO 3166-1),

Location code: 2 characters (alphabetical or numerical) to differentiate banks in the same country,

Branch code: 3 optional characters defining the agency as a bank branch.

United States Swift codes and BIC codes – page 12

Bank Number City Information complement Swift Code / Bic code Bank code Cou. code Loc. code Bra. code

Swift code / BIC: INTERNATIONAL BANK FOR RECONSTRUCTION AND DEVELOPMENT

BCQ 31272 WASHINGTON,DC ALL OFFICES IBRDUS33 IBRD US 33 BCQ 31273 WASHINGTON,DC IBRDUS33AT1 IBRD US 33 AT1

Swift code / BIC: INTERNATIONAL BANK OF CHICAGO

BCQ 31274 CHICAGO,IL IBOCUS44 IBOC US 44

Swift code / BIC: INTERNATIONAL BANK OF COMMERCE

BCQ 31275 LAREDO,TX IBCLUS44 IBCL US 44

Swift code / BIC: INTERNATIONAL BUSINESS MACHINES

BCQ 31276 ARMONK,NY IBMXUS33 IBMX US 33 BCQ 31277 ARMONK,NY IBMXUS33DUB IBMX US 33 DUB BCQ 31278 ARMONK,NY IBMXUS33RIO IBMX US 33 RIO BCQ 31279 ARMONK,NY IBMXUS33SNG IBMX US 33 SNG

Swift code / BIC: INTERNATIONAL DEVELOPMENT ASSOCIATION

BCQ 31280 WASHINGTON,DC ALL OFFICES IDAWUS33 IDAW US 33 BCQ 31281 WASHINGTON,DC IDAWUS33AT1 IDAW US 33 AT1

Swift code / BIC: INTERNATIONAL FINANCE BANK

BCQ 31282 MIAMI,FL IFBKUS3M IFBK US 3M

Swift code / BIC: INTERNATIONAL FINANCE CORPORATION

BCQ 31283 WASHINGTON,DC ALL OFFICES IFCWUS33 IFCW US 33

Swift code / BIC: INTERNATIONAL FUND FOR ANIMAL WELFARE

BCQ 31284 YARMOUTH PORT,MA IFAWUS3Y IFAW US 3Y

Swift code / BIC: INTERNATIONAL MONETARY FUND

BCQ 31285 WASHINGTON,DC IMFNO1 IMFDUS3WNO1 IMFD US 3W NO1 BCQ 31286 WASHINGTON,DC IMFNO2 IMFDUS3WNO2 IMFD US 3W NO2 BCQ 31287 WASHINGTON,DC IMFSEC IMFDUS3WSEC IMFD US 3W SEC BCQ 31288 WASHINGTON,DC IMFDUS3W IMFD US 3W

Swift code / BIC: INTERNATIONAL PAPER COMPANY

BCQ 31289 MEMPHIS,TN IPCOUS44 IPCO US 44

Swift code / BIC: INTERNATIONAL SECURITIES CLEARING CORPORATION

BCQ 31290 NEW YORK,NY GLOBAL CLEARING NETWORK ISCCUS33GCN ISCC US 33 GCN BCQ 31291 NEW YORK,NY NORTH AMERICAN REGIONAL SETTLEMENT ISCCUS33CAD ISCC US 33 CAD BCQ 31292 NEW YORK,NY ISCCUS33 ISCC US 33

Swift code / BIC: INTESA SANPAOLO SPA (FORMERLY BANCA INTESA SPA NEW YORK)

BCQ 31293 NEW YORK,NY BCITUS33 BCIT US 33

Swift code / BIC: INTRUST BANK, N.A.

BCQ 31294 WICHITA,KS TRSTUS44 TRST US 44

Swift code / BIC: INVESCO ADVISERS, INC.

BCQ 31295 HOUSTON,TX AIMAUS4H AIMA US 4H

Swift code / BIC: INVESCO CAPITAL MANAGEMENT, INC.

BCQ 31296 ATLANTA,GA INCMUS3A INCM US 3A

Swift code / BIC: INVESTORS BANK

BCQ 31297 SHORT HILLS,NJ IBNJUS33 IBNJ US 33

Swift code / BIC: ISRAEL DISCOUNT BANK OF NEW YORK

BCQ 31298 AVENTURA,FL MIAMI BRANCH IDBYUS33MIA IDBY US 33 MIA BCQ 31299 LOS ANGELES,CA LOS ANGELES BRANCH IDBYUS33LAS IDBY US 33 LAS BCQ 31300 NEW YORK,NY IDBYUS33 IDBY US 33

Swift code / BIC: ITAU UNIBANCO S.A NEW YORK BRANCH

BCQ 31301 NEW YORK,NY ITAUUS33 ITAU US 33

Swift code / BIC: ITG INC.

BCQ 31302 NEW YORK,NY ITGIUS33 ITGI US 33

Swift code / BIC: ITRON, INC.

BCQ 31303 LIBERTY LAKE,WA ITRIUS66 ITRI US 66

Swift code / BIC: J. ARON AND COMPANY

BCQ 31304 NEW YORK,NY ARONUS33 ARON US 33

Swift code / BIC: J.P. MORGAN CLEARING CORP.

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Swift code / BIC: J.P. MORGAN SECURITIES LLC

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Swift code / BIC: J.P.MORGAN INVESTMENT MANAGEMENT

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Swift code / BIC: JENNISON ASSOCIATES LLC

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Swift code / BIC: JOHNSON BANK

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Swift code / BIC: JPMORGAN CHASE BANK, N.A.

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Swift code / BIC: JPMORGAN CHASE BANK,N.A.

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Swift code / BIC: KEB LA FINANCIAL CORP.

BCQ 31395 LOS ANGELES,CA KOEXUS6L KOEX US 6L

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BCQ 31396 NEW YORK,NY KOEXUS33 KOEX US 33

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Hey guys!! I know everyone is upset about Diamond, and I’m so very sorry to say that this is only the beginning....but we totally love you guys lol <3

EPISODE 18

Roxie finally arrived home around five, sighing in relief. She'd still beat Rafael. She was quick to dim the lights and put the video camera she'd just purchased to charge.

An hour later, he walked through the door, dropping his briefcase near the entryway table and shedding his jacket, tossing it on the kitchen island as he walked by. Loosening his tie, he went straight into the kitchen to pour himself a drink, figuring Roxie wasn’t home yet due to the poor lighting.

“Rafael,” she called gently from the other room, smirking as she walked out of the bedroom in some black lace lingerie, complete with thigh-high garters and stockings.

His mouth fell open, hand still holding the drink halfway between the counter and his mouth. Bringing the glass down, he set it on the island and moved towards her, smirking as his eyes drank her in.

“Wow,” he said softly, hands going to her hips. “You look amazing,” he purred, kissing her deeply and groaning against her lips.

She smiled and kissed him deeply, finally pulling away to whisper, “Come on papi, come show the camera how well you fuck me.”

“Oh my God,” he sighed against her mouth, beginning to follow her before he pulled away with furrowed brows. “Wait, I thought we were doing anal tonight.”

“I thought about it and I thought we could try all three at some point tonight. We'll make it a sex-a-thon,” she teased and kissed him, wrapping her legs around his waist.

“Oh, well then I will do my best to keep up,” he teased back, carrying her into the bedroom and carefully laying her on the bed as he kissed her passionately. “Just to be clear, we will be hiding this and we will not be uploading it to our hard drive, capiche?”

“Oh it's live streaming.”

“What?!”

She rolled her eyes.

“Of course we're not showing it to anyone, what did you think I'd do? Play it at our wedding reception?” She giggled and pressed the remote on the camera to start recording as she kissed him.

“I assumed we wouldn’t be showing it to anyone. I’m just saying, we can’t put it on either of our computers. If we do, it’ll automatically upload to the cloud, and if--”

She tugged her bra down letting him see her breasts and quirking a brow.

“Would you like to keep talking or…?”

“No,” he mumbled, dipping his head to kiss her as his hands moved over her form. He hummed against her mouth, hands gripping her breast gently in his palm as he began kissing down her neck.

She tilted her head back and moaned, tugging him by his belt even closer as they brought their lips back together.

“Do you like my new outfit?” she cooed.

“Uh huh,” he replied, nodding his head. “I love it,” he added, loosening his tie further to slip it over his head.

Nibbling on her collarbone, he worked his way down to her breasts and looked up at her. “Do you wanna leave it on?” he asked.

She nodded and pointed to the bottom that was completely crotchless.

“But you can always rip them if you’d like,” she purred and tugged him in for a deeper kiss. “I need you,” she whispered and flipped them so he was on his back, kissing down his clothed body until she reached his pants.

Unbuttoning his shirt as quickly as he could, Rafael took it off as she worked on his belt.

“While ripping them off does sound intriguing, I may want you to wear this again sometime,” he replied, moaning when she mouthed him through his cashmere pants. “Where’d you put the camera?” he asked curiously.

She giggled, pulling down his zipper and pulling his pants off.

“I'll never tell,” she whispered as she pulled his cock free from his boxer briefs and took him into her mouth, eager to taste him.

She was hesitant at first, licking up and down his member before letting it part her lips. She took him down further and further each time, moaning around him. She absolutely loved blowing him.

“Oh my God...w-how am I-- Ohhhh yeah-- supposed to know whether...I’m--” He lost his train of thought when she slowly took him all the way down until he was bumping the back of her throat. “Ooohhh fuck, that feels so good,” he purred, closing his eyes as his hand gently lay on the back of her head.

She moaned around his cock again, letting her tongue trace the sensitive spot beneath the head and finally pulling off. Looking up at him with hungry eyes, she moved to kiss him again, tangling with him as they made out like teenagers.

His arms circled her frame, holding her close as they rolled around on the bed. Kissing his way down to her center, he buried his face in her, hands holding her against him as he ate her like a man starved.

She gasped, giggling and moaning as she ground herself against his mouth.

“Oh yes,” she moaned loudly and tugged at his hair. “That's amazing,” she whispered with a smile.

Humming against her, he let her clit go and kissed the inside of her thighs before he crawled back up and kissed her deeply, rolling them over again to put her on top of him.

“Am I gonna ride you first papi?” she whispered eagerly.

“Yes, please,” he whispered back, kissing her again.

She leaned down and kissed back down his neck before moving and slowly lowering herself down onto his cock, gasping and moaning as she tilted her head back and moved his hands to her breasts.

Sitting up, he kissed her and pinched her nipple, wrapping the other arm around her waist, helping her move against him.

She panted, riding him hard and fast as she bounced up and down on his cock, whining and panting against him.

“Oh god, oh god, you feel amazing,” she whispered and kissed him deeply.

Groaning against her mouth, his hand reared back and came down hard on her ass.

She gasped and whimpered, “Papi, please...more,” she begged as she kissed him desperately, moving to lay down on top of him so they were pressed nose to nose.

Digging his heels into the mattress, he bucked up against her, a loud slapping sound joining their moans.

“Oh God, Roxie, you make me so hot,” he purred.

She gasped and whimpered, kissing him harder as she bit his bottom lip. “I'm going to come,” she whispered as their thrusting reached a crescendo speed.

“Me too,” he groaned, arms holding her flush against him as he rolled them over to get on top, and continued his thrusts, face tucking into the crook of their neck. “Come with me, mi amor,” he whispered against her skin.

She moaned and kissed him as she came, “Rafael,” she whimpered and rode him harder, feeling wave after wave of orgasm.

He moaned loudly as his own release surged through him, thrusting harder into her before he gradually slowed his movements. Humming against her neck, he made a path of kisses to her mouth, kissing her passionately and moaning against her lips. Her muscles contracted around him again in an aftershock and he moaned, head dipping to rest against her shoulder.

“Oh my god,” he whispered, trying to catch his breath.

She panted against him giggling. “Oh you better get your strength up papi, we have a few more rounds for the sex a thon.”

“I think you’d better feed then,” he replied with a soft chuckle, kissing her neck again and snuggling against her. “Am I too heavy?” he asked.

She shook her head and smiled, “No, you're perfect,” she whispered with a grin.

After Nevada was all stitched up, you drove with him to Omar and Amber’s apartment so he could talk to Vienna.

“You wanna come up with me or wait down here?” he asked as he parked along the curb.

“I'll come up,” you said gently and moved with him.

When Vienna saw you, he grinned. “Auntie Dama!” He smiled and ran at you, hugging you tight in his arms and kissing your cheek. “Did you bring Fi and NJ?” He asked hopefully.

“No baby, but I'm gonna take you to them,” you smiled and hugged back tight.

“Are they in heaven with mommy?”

Your heart twisted, “No sweetheart,” you whispered and smoothed down his hair. “They aren't.”

“You told him?” Nevada asked Omar and Amber.

“La abuela...on the phone,” Omar answered. “Gonna be a couple weeks before she can get here,” he added softly.

Nevada sighed, nodding his head and coming to squat in front of the boy.

“Hola mijo,” he said softly. “We’re gonna take you to play with the twins and Lily...a little later, I’ll come pick you up and we’ll go see your mom so you can say goodbye, okay?”

“Bye? Is mommy going on a trip?” he asked with a puzzled face. “I go to heaven too!”

Nevada frowned; it was clear this kid had no concept of death.

“No, mijo, you can’t go with her,” he mumbled. “Come over here for a second,” he whispered, leading the boy over to sit on the couch with him. “You know that scary thing that happened earlier today?” he asked, and the boy nodded. “Your mommy got hurt really bad when it happened.”

“Did you kiss it better?” he asked hopefully. “Mommy always kisses me better.”

Nevada frowned, swallowing a lump in his throat and putting his hand on the boy’s shoulder.

“I tried to, mijo, but...she was hurt too badly,” he replied. “I couldn't make her better, even though I wanted to.”

“Like grandpa?” he asked softly. He seemed to understand death on some level.

Nevada nodded his head sadly.

“Yeah, like your grandpa,” he whispered. “But I don’t want you to worry, okay? I promised your mommy that I was gonna take care of you.”

He nodded and sniffled, “We don't see grandpa anymore,” he said softly.

“I know, mijo,” Nevada replied in a quiet tone. “You’re gonna get to see your mommy one last time, okay?”

Vienna nodded and crawled into Nevada’s lap to hug him tightly. The older man wrapped his good arm around him, pressing his mouth against the top of the boy’s head.

After a long moment, he looked at Nevada with a grin. “The lady on tv took her top off,” he giggled.

Nevada snorted, rolling his eyes.

“You’ve been watching The Bachelor again,” he mused. “Wonder which one of these two bozos put it on for you,” he added, looking right at Amber.

“Corinne is nuts,” Amber grinned at Vienna. “Right babydoll?”

“She doesn't get a rose if I was Bach-or.”

“Alright, why don’t you go use the potty and then we’ll go play with Lily, Fi and NJ, okay?” Nevada suggested, patting the boy on the back and looking back at you. “Baby, can you take him to the bathroom?”

You smiled and picked up the little boy with your good arm.

“Did you and uncle Nevada get matching owies?”

You giggled, “why yeah, I guess we did.”

Once you were gone Amber looked at Nevada. “Has anyone called my sister yet? To make sure she's okay?”

Nevada looked to Omar.

“You didn’t tell her?”

“She didn’t wanna hear it,” Omar replied softly.

Nevada sighed heavily before he looked back to Amber.

“Come here, Blanca,” he said in a gentle tone, patting the spot on the couch beside him where Vienna had been sitting.

“I don't need a speech Nevada, she wasn't working today, she had a meeting. I just wanna make sure she's okay.”

“Just sit down, Amber,” he said.

She frowned and took a seat, hand resting on her stomach.

“Felicity came in today for her check. She was on her way out the back door when the shooting started…” he said softly, taking one of her hands in his. “I’m really sorry pero...she caught one in the back. She’s gone.”

Amber shook her head, “Can you just call her,” she whispered as her eyes filled with tears. “She'll tell you how full of shit you are. Just...just…”

“Amber, she’s gone. I saw her,” he said, giving her hand a gentle squeeze. “She picked up her check and then went into the dressing room to talk to Charity, that’s why you didn’t see her when you came in.”

“No,” she whispered, shaking her head numbly. “No...no she can't...she just got clean. She was doing so well…” Amber felt her breathing speed. “You're a liar.” She stood and swayed a bit as if she would fall.

“Sit down,” Nevada whispered, trying to pull her back down gently. “Sit, you’re gonna fall.”

She shook her head but sat back down and gritted her teeth. “I got her that stupid fucking job,” she whispered as she held her chest, she had no idea a heart could hurt so much.

“Oye, this isn’t on you,” Nevada said firmly. “None of it is on you, it’s on me, me entiendes? I told all my girls they were safe with me.”

She just wrapped her arms around him and broke into sobs. He hugged her back with the arm he could move without irritating his injury, rubbing over her back as you and Vienna came back out.

“We’re having a service later, and don’t worry about the burial. I’m taking care of everything, okay?” he whispered to her.

“Thank you,” she whispered and stood up. “I...need to lay down, before I get sick…” she whispered and kissed his cheek, moving to give Vienna and you a hug before heading into the bedroom.

Nevada stood and nodded to Omar.

“I’ll give you guys a call, let you know when to be at the club, okay?” he said.

“Alright.”

“Vamos, mijo. Fiona and NJ will be excited to see you, Lily too,” Nevada said to Vienna, offering the boy a hand and walking out with the two of you.

“So just like this,” Roxie whispered as she put his hand over her mouth. “If you squeeze the neck area hard enough to choke someone, it can be dangerous. So instead you just keep something on it for the sensation, and then cover the mouth,” she explained softly as she handed him the belt loop, to help her put on. “You know I trust you, wholeheartedly,” she said softly. “So tell me if you want to stop, and if I move my head away from your hand, drop your hand.”

“Okay,” he whispered nervously, moving his hand away from her mouth to kiss her gently. “I love you,” he mumbled against her mouth.

He was hesitant in his movements as he reached between them and lined himself up with her entrance before carefully pushing inside her. His hand once again covered her mouth way she’d showed him and his other hand kept hold of the belt, putting enough pressure to be snug around her neck, but not enough to remotely choke her or even leave a mark. Keeping his eyes on hers, he began to move at a medium pace.

She put her hand on his arm, rubbing soothing circles on his forearm to let him know she was okay as she moaned from around his hand.

Moving a little faster, he kept his eyes trained on hers, shifting every now and then to check the pressure around her neck.

She squeezed his arm a bit, signaling that now was the time to put pressure over her mouth and he swallowed softly, pressing down a little on her mouth.

“Is this okay?” he asked in whisper.

She nodded, trying to breathe in and catching no air. Her fingers still rubbed circles on his forearm to sooth him. His hips slowed a little when he saw her struggle to breath and his hand let up just a smidge.

Suddenly she was giggling, turning her head as he dropped his arm. “Forget it,” she giggled and kissed his skin. “Papi, you're so tense I think I can physically feel you clenching.”

He frowned and moved off of her, rolling onto his back and staring up at the ceiling.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled.

“Hey,” she cooed and smiled, nuzzling him. “It's okay,” she whispered. “Never feel bad for not doing something you aren't comfortable with. If I had said no to letting you sleep inside of me, would you have felt differently about me?”

“No, of course not, but that was just me being curious about something myself. I’d never done it either...you’ve done this before and you like it. I can’t...satisfy you that way. It’s different,” he observed. “I want to be able to give you anything you want, and now I know that I can’t...there’s always going to be even just a small part of you that isn’t fulfilled.”

“If I told you I didn't like calling you papi, would you be upset?” she asked softly. “Because I don't think you would. I don't need this in my life, it's something that can be nice, but it's only fun if both people are into it.”

“You don’t have to call me that,” he said, looking at her. “And I know that this doesn’t mean you don’t still love me, I just don’t want to ever disappoint you.”

“I love calling you papi,” she smiled. “And if we are going to get married, you are going to disappoint me once or twice. I'll do the same to you, what matters is that we keep trying and working things out until we find things that are right for us. Promise me you'll never stop trying with me, and you'll never disappoint me.”

“I don’t ever want to disappoint you,” he said again.

She kissed him softly. “You didn't,” she promised.

For a moment he looked at her before he smirked a little and nodded his head, putting his arm around her and pulling her close to his frame.

She beamed and nuzzled into him, kissing his skin and humming happily. “We'll try and find something sexy that we both like,” she winked and kissed him.

He snorted softly, nodding his head and kissing her forehead.

“Mami, you have to get out of bed sometime,” Omar whispered.

She hadn't moved an inch for the rest of the day, head buried beneath the blankets, arms wrapped tight around her belly.

“Okay…” he whispered after a moment of no response, sighing and getting up to leave the room.

“Please,” she croaked. “Don't leave.”

“Then talk to me,” he said softly. “What can I do?”

“I don't know,” she whispered honestly. “Hold me, please?” She sniffled and held out her arms for him. “I can't even name our daughter after them because Diamond Diaz is a stripper name for sure and Felicity is a stupid fucking name…” she sniffled and broke into sobs again.

He moved to sit on the bed, leaning back against the headboard as she cuddled up to him.

“I know what you’re going through, I went through the same thing when I lost my father. You can’t just shut down, that’s not what they would want,” he offered. “You just gotta keep going...Nevada will find the people responsible. He loved them, too.”

“Diamond was my best friend other than Barbie,” she whispered. “And I know I didn't get along with Felicity but she was still my baby sister…” She felt tears run down her cheeks. “She was so scared when she saw she'd been shot, you could see it in her eyes. She knew she was about to die…” Amber gripped her stomach tighter, protectively and closed her eyes. “I don't want to go to the funeral,” she said gently. “I just wanna get out of this neighborhood before someone else gets shot.”

“You don’t think you might regret not saying goodbye later?” he asked softly.

“Something I learned overseas, that's not them, there's no warmth, no smile, no flesh or blood that's not them. I want to remember them the way they were.”

“Still…” he mused. “Sometimes it helps you get some kind of...closure.”

“I'll get closure when I put a bullet in whoever killed them,” she growled.

“You’re not putting a bullet in anyone…” he replied, shaking his head.

“They killed my sister!”

“Yeah, they did, and Nevada will make them pay for it...Nevada, not you,” he answered.

She closed her eyes and gritted her teeth, moving to the bedside table to grab her sonogram pictures.

“Sorry,” he said, shrugging softly.

“No you aren't,” she whispered but cuddled closer. “I want our daughters middle name to be Gladys,” she said after a long moment.

He nodded his head silently, letting his head lean back against the headboard.

“And whenever you're ready… I would like it if you named our daughter. It would mean a lot to me.” she said softly and buried her face against his chest.

He sighed silently, closing his eyes as he pinched the bridge of his nose and ran a hand through his hair.

She let out a shaky breath, closing her eyes and wondering if this baby was the biggest mistake of their lives.

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missjennifercole · 8 years ago

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EPISODE 6

“Papi stay here?” Lily asked when Nevada dropped you all back off at home.

“Not tonight, princesa,” he replied softly.

“You can stay on the couch or something,” you offered.

“Papi! Peez no go home!!!”

Nevada gave you a subtle look before he sighed softly and looked back down at Lily.

“No puedo, princesa. Not tonight, pero I’ll see you tomorrow okay?” he replied, bending to kiss his daughter’s head. He looked back up at you as Lily pouted and went into the kitchen.

“Bye tio,” Eddie said, hugging Nevada.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, mijo,” your husband replied, patting his nephew’s back before he looked up at you. “I’ll come pick you up tomorrow. You sure you’re up to sleeping on the floor of an aquarium?” he asked. “You’re still healing, we can do something else. Go to dinner or a movie,” he suggested.

“I'm fine,” you say softly. “But if you don't wanna spend the whole night with me,” you giggled and kissed his cheek before heading upstairs.

He stood downstairs for a moment, looking down at the twins still in the stroller and sighing a little. Running a hand through his hair, he took a step forward.

“Oye, I’m gonna go,” he called out, hoping you might come back downstairs.

You came back down with a boppy and smiled, nodding as you picked both babies up. “See you tomorrow,” you said with a smile. “Fiona, NJ, give your papi un besito.” You moved close so he could kiss each baby.

He cleared his throat gentle, smirking softly down at the two newborns and briefly laying his hand on your arm.

“Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow,” he said, smiling at you softly, tucking a knuckle under your chin and dropping a kiss on your lips.

You smile at him before turning and heading to sit down so you can feed the babies. “Alright little monsters, who's hungry? Hmmm?”

“I hope everyone, I made enough rump roast to feed an army,” Tori said with a smile, serving everyone.

Nevada stood in the doorway, watching his family for a moment, sighing softly before he opened the door and left to meet up with Jasper.

They were a couple weeks away from making their move, and thus far everything had fallen into place. Jasper had called to ask Nevada to meet him for drinks and as he walked into the bar, he spotted the British man sitting in the corner table.

“I hesitated to call, in case you were busy with the newborns,” Jasper said as Nevada sat across from him.

“Actually, Y/N and I are separated right now,” Nevada replied, earning a small frown from his new business partner.

“Well, I’m sorry to hear that,” Jasper said

“We’re still seeing each other every day, I help her out when I can pero...this was a long time coming, mi hermano.”

“Well, I certainly hope the two of you work things out,” Jasper replied sincerely.

“Me too.”

-----

Rafael carried Roxie’s bag into her and Lila’s flat, looking around and smiling at the feminine decor. Lila and Izzy had gone to stock up on groceries so that there would be no excuse for Roxie to leave for the next few days.

“This is a great place,” he said softly, looking down at his watch. “I have a couple of hours before I need to head to the airport. You hungry? The girls went food shopping but I’m sure I can find something to make for you,” he asked, going into the kitchen and looking through the cabinets and the fridge.

“I think I’m going to have a bath. That hospital shower was bollocks.”

He smirked softly, nodding his head. He found a can of soup and poured it into a mug before he warmed it up in the microwave.

Roxie came back into the kitchen, leaning against the doorway in her bra and panties. “I could also do with some company,” she mused. “I haven't had any American in quite some time,” she winked.

Rafael narrowed his eyes at her as he suppressed a smirk, bringing her the mug of hot soup.

“Rox, you just got out of the hospital,” he replied. “Now drink your soup, I’ll go run your bath, okay?” he added.

“Oh don't be boring Rafael, they gave me the A-okay,” she smiled. “I only get to see you once every thousand years.”

“We agreed to just be friends,” he answered softly, still smiling. “Besides if I did, I’m not sure I’d be able to pry myself away from you, and I have to go home if I want to keep my job,” he added, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear.

“We agreed to be friends three months ago. Not just. And besides, we are friends,” she smirked. “But that doesn't mean that the sex wasn't great. And it wouldn't be meaningless because we connect on so many levels,” she took a step to him. “But you're right,” she whispered and kissed his cheek tenderly. It was quite possibly the most affectionate kiss Rafael had ever received and it wasn't even on the lips. “Another life,” she whispered in his ear and sipped her soup as she strolled to the bathroom.

He wanted so badly to follow her, to call his boss and give his notice so he could be here with her, but that’s not what Rafael did. Instead, he made himself busy cleaning her kitchen, changing her bed sheets and washing the clothes in her hospital bag.

“Rox, where’s your laundry detergent?” he called out.

“Bottom shelf in the laundry room!” She called back coughing a bit as she sunk comfortably into the bath.

He found the detergent and set her clothes to wash before he knocked on the bathroom door.

“If you’re done with your soup, I can wash the dish for you,” he said.

“Yes please!” She called out, having set the soup cup beside her bathtub and dipped beneath the water for a moment, coming back up and looking at him with a smile. “Thank you, Rafael.”

“You’re welcome,” he replied. “I put fresh sheets on your bed...even warmed them up a bit in the dryer. You’re welcome for that, too. Tell me where you keep your PJs and I’ll set some out for you.”

She moved to sit up and grinned as she pointed to the dresser near her bedroom.

Her eyes ran over Rafael and smiled, “did you like my treats?” She asked grinning.

He grinned, nodding his head as he opened the drawer of the dresser she’d indicated.

“I loved them,” he answered honestly, his smile growing when he saw the t shirt he’d given her folded on top of the pile of shirts. Setting it down on the bed, he moved back into the bathroom. “Seriously, the cupcake was absolutely amazing. You should talk to Jacob about opening up a branch in the states,” he added, leaning against the doorframe. “Um...I didn’t leave out any panties because I didn’t know where they were, I figured you might want to do that yourself anyway.”

She giggled and stood, stretching as she looked over to Rafael. “Can you get me a towel from the cabinet right outside of the bathroom?”

“Sure,” he answered, turning and moving the two steps across the hall to the linen closet. He pulled out the fluffiest towel he could find and came into the bathroom to hold it open for her. “My lady, your royal towel,” he teased.

She giggled and moved into the warmth of the towel and his arms, leaning her damp hair against his clothed chest as she relaxed and listened to his heartbeat. Moving the towel behind her, he wrapped it tightly around her shoulders and hugged her close.

“I’m glad you’re okay,” he said softly, hand rubbing gentle circles on her back. “Come on, let's get you into bed.”

She headed to bed, tugging on Rafael’s t shirt and a pair of lacy black panties, before crawling beneath the covers and offering him a shy smile. “Can you at least lay down for a few minutes?” She stuck out her bottom lip. “Don't make me beg.”

He smiled back at her and nodded his head, toeing out of his shoes before he climbed into bed beside her. He stayed on top of the covers, wrapping an arm around her to pull her back against him. Kissing her cheek softly, he held her close.

“You should try to take a vacation some time and come visit us,” he mused as he laced his fingers with hers. “I can take you to the opera. Show you the city.”

“I had full intention of visiting, but you said you didn't have a Walmart…that's a rather large detractor.”

“I would think the company of yours truly would compensate for the lack of Walmarts,” he replied through a grin.

“True,” she smiled at him and nodded.

“You should,” he whispered, nuzzling his nose against her hair. “I think you’d love New York.”

“I think I'd love something else there too,” she said gently.

He smiled and kissed her temple, sighing contently and tightening his hold on her a little.

“I wish we didn’t live so far away from each other,” he mumbled after a moment.

“Life is challenging,” she sighed and kissed his jaw gently. “You're an amazing lawyer, if you weren’t so goddamn talented I'd ask you to stay.”

“Sorry about that,” he teased, smiling when she snorted. “If you didn’t just open up your dream bakery I’d ask you to come back with me,” he added, kissing her shoulder. “Another life,” he whispered.

“Another life,” she whispered and tilted his head up to press her lips gently against his for just a moment.

“I better go,” he said regretfully as he heard Lila and Izzy come through the door. “I’ll be calling to check on you, so if I hear you’re back at work before you should be, I’m going to come back and give you an earful,” he added, kissing her cheek.

She smiled, “I'll see you in Key West handsome,” she teased before blowing him a kiss. He smirked and smoothed her hair back.

“Please promise me that you’ll take care of yourself,” he said, leaning down to kiss her nose, then her forehead.

She nodded and he took one last look at her before he forced himself to leave, saying goodbye to Lila and Izzy on the way out.

“Come home at some point, okay? And call me if you need anything, both of you,” he said, looking from Izzy to Lila. “Do not let her out of the house until she’s better,” he added, pointing towards Roxie’s room.

Izzy smiled and pulled Rafael into a tight hug. “I'll be home next week,” she said gently as she hugged him tighter before watching him head out for his flight.

----

In the morning you didn't get dressed up like you did before, you'd barely gotten any sleep with the twins up all night, Tori had done her best to help but they needed to be fed and she couldn't exactly breastfeed them.

By the time it was morning, you'd tugged on some pajama pants and one of Nevada's shirts as you waited downstairs for him, the little break of silence was the happiest you'd felt all morning.

Tori came downstairs and smiled as she sat down next to you.

“Finally got them down. They’re swaddled pretty good so they should nap for a couple of hours,” she said softly. “I’m just gonna sit for a bit and then get started on the laundry,” she added. “How are things with Nevada going?” she asked softly.

“Okay,” you said gently. “I don't think we're making great progress, but we're headed in the right direction.” You smiled and looked down at a notebook you'd been scribbling in, closing it as you turned to Tori. “How are you?”

“I’m alright. We found a place in Inwood for us, and a great spot for the club. Parker and the boys are getting all the big stuff moved in, and I was hoping you’d want to come with me tomorrow to get everything set up, if you’re up for it.” She smiled at you and took your hand. “Don’t worry darlin. That man loves you,” she said sincerely. “What do you wanna see change when he comes home?” she asked.

You smiled at her warmly. “I would love to help you. And I want to see him be a little more romantic, but I don't have high hopes for that. You should see how Blackwood is with his wife, they're a fairytale, so beautiful.” You smiled softly, “but I'd also like him to understand that I can be mad at a situation without being mad at him.” You sighed. “I'd also like to focus more on the kids, with Eddie going away to college,” you blinked back tears just thinking about it. “I don't want to miss how fast they grow up.”

“Oh sweet girl, no one is a fairytail, there’s always skeleton’s in the closet...but I’m sure Nevada is romantic in his own special way. Talk to him...and if you want him to come home, then tell him that. Men are idiots, they don’t get subtly at all. You gotta spell everything out for them,” she replied with a wink.

There was a knock on the door and Tori got up to answer it, looking through the peephole and rolling her eyes when she saw Jameson.

“It’s that sweet butt that was here the other day. Are you home or should I tell him to scoot?” she asked.

You sighed and stood. “No, I'm going to talk to him.”

She nodded and opened the door, not even saying hello as she walked into the kitchen.

You walked over to Jameson and crossed your arms. “What? You know I'm not happy with you right now.”

“What did I do?” he asked softly. “So I kneed your deadbeat husband in the balls, big deal. He was being a dick, he deserved it. I’m sure he gave you some song and dance about how he was going to do better. You’re here alone with twins, does he not even care about that?”

“He had business to take care of,” you say with a frown. “Jameson, if you came to apologize, fine, but if not, you need to leave.”

He immediately switched gears, face softening as he took your hands. “You're right baby,” he said gently. “I'm sorry, even if I don't like him, it wasn't my place to do that.” He kissed your hands. “Forgive me.”

You smiled and nodded, “I forgive you,” you whispered.

He smiled back. “How about I take you and the kiddos out for lunch?” he asked.

“I can't today, I have doctors stuff and then Nevada and I are gonna go on a little date.” You took a deep breath and smiled, “but how about tomorrow, you and I go out and do something fun? Just us.”

“I can take you to the doctor’s,” he offered.

“Nevada's taking me,” you said gently but leaned over and kissed his cheek. “Don't worry, I promise I'll make it up to you,” you hugged him tight. “Thank you for apologizing, it means so much to me.”

“Sure,” he answered as the elevator dinged and he looked over to see Nevada getting off the elevator.

“Back again?” Nevada asked Jameson with an arched brow.

“Nevada, I'm really sorry about the other day, I came to apologize to Y/N and I owe you an apology too,” he held out a hand to shake.

Nevada glanced down at the offered hand before he cast his eyes back up to Jameson.

“Yeah, I’m not gonna shake your hand,” Nevada said calmly, shaking his head. “But I take the apology,” he added. “Thanks.” He stepped around the other man and smirked when he saw you. “Hola mami,” he said softly.

You smiled at him but moved to give Jameson a hug. “I'll see you tomorrow, plan something fun, you know what I like.” You wave as he hopped onto the elevator, giving Nevada the middle finger the second your back was turned.

Your husband snorted a laugh, following you inside the apartment and saying hello to Tori.

“You sure it’s okay we leave the twins with you for a bit?” he asked her softly.

“Oh, of course, darlin. Dama pumped after every feeding last night, there’s plenty of food for those little suckers. We’ll be fine. You two have fun today, don’t worry.”

Nevada turned back to you, taking in your appearance.

“You look comfortable. You wanna just go to the appointment like that?” he asked softly.

“Yeah, is there something wrong with comfortable?” You frown a bit and Tori puts a hand on your shoulder.

“Alright, none of that today. Nevada, comfortable is not a word you wanna use to describe how a woman looks, and Dama, we both know he didn't mean it like that, so retract the claws. You two love each other, so relax.”

She moved you and Nevada into a hug. “I'm gonna talk for both of you.” She made her voice lower, “Coño Mami, how do you look this gorgeous even in sweatpants?” Then high up again, “you are too sweet, I am so excited to spend the day with you, I love you.”

You giggle a bit, actually relaxing in his arms like he had been the one to say the compliment. Nevada snorted, shaking his head lightly.

“She knows she’s gorgeous, I don’t gotta tell her,” he said to Tori, who turned to you with an arched brow.

“Idiots,” she said before walking back into the kitchen.

“What’d I say?” Nevada mumbled.

You look up at him softly. “Sometimes if just nice to hear you say it,” you tried to explain.

“Okay, you’re gorgeous,” he replied.

You smiled a bit and kissed his cheek. “I'm excited for today, thank you for taking me to the doctor.”

“Yeah, me too,” he answered, smirking back at you. For a moment the two of you stood there in silence before he looked you over again. “So you are going like that?” he asked softly.

You look at him and sigh, “Tori!” You call as you storm into the kitchen.

“Yeah?”

“Oye, we’re gonna be late!” Nevada called out gently.

“What idiot thing did he say?” Tori asked, rolling her eyes.

“He asked me again if I'm going out like this!” You cross your arms. “I'm not going out with him if he's gonna be a jerk.”

“Okay…” Tori answered, unsure as to what exactly you wanted her to do. “So...kick him out?”

“Y/N, we gotta go!” he called again.

“He's not even trying,” you sniffled, just wanting to vent. “Not even a little.”

“Mi amor, por favor,” he said, coming into the kitchen and looking at your expression. “Coño, what happened now?” He looked up at Tori, who tilted her head as she looked back at him. “Mami, you’re gorgeous, beautiful, they should build a statue--”

“Jesus Christ,” Tori groaned.

“Que paso ahora?” he asked, looking to you. “Oye why can’t you just talk to me?” he asked. “It’s fucking high school, you talk to everybody else except me, and then you get mad cause I don’t know what you’re thinking. Coño, pero throw me a bone every now and then. All I wanted to know is if you needed me to wait for you change clothes, that’s it. Si no, entonce okay, vamos.”

“You're right,” you said gently. “It's not fair of me to assume you know what I'm thinking.” You pull out your phone as you head for the door. “I've made a list, so get comfortable.”

“Como que list?” he asked, following you outside.

“A list of things that upset me, Dr. Lindstrom had me make a list a long time ago that he said I should discuss with you.”

“Okay,” he replied, getting into the elevator with you. “Should I make a list, too?” he asked, only half-serious.

“Yes,” you said seriously. “I think it would help me to know what upsets you.”

You look at your list. “I don't like the word crapper. And also, I don't crap out babies, it's not even the same hole.”

His eyes widened slight, almost as though he’d rolled his eyes without actually rolling his eyes, and he sighed softly.

“Okay,” he said, waiting for you to continue.

“I know you don't think you flirt with other women, but they flirt with you, and you...match their energy. I have faith in you and I trust you, but...I'm not bringing this up as an arguing point, I'm just trying to explain. The Melody incident made me nervous, it hurt me, and because of that, I might always be nervous with you around other women,” you were trying your hardest to explain how you felt.

“Okay so...what do you want me to do?”

“Just do me a favor, when you're talking to other women, think about the way you talk to them,” you said gently. “Waking up to my husband telling a nurse that she couldn't handle him? Just for a moment, put yourself in my position. If you were in the hospital and you woke up to me talking to a doctor like that, how would you feel?”

He furrowed his brows, arching one and shaking his head, shoulders coming up in a shrug.

“I don’t know, but I don’t think I’d get pissed at you over it,” he answered honestly.

“Well it hurt me,” you said honestly. “All I'm asking is you take my feelings into consideration in situations like that, okay?”

You look down at your phone, “when you tell me things, a lot of times I get angry,” you said softly. “Most of the time, I'm not mad at you, I'm mad at the situation. But I promise I will try to make that more clear, I don't want you thinking I'm pissed at you every time you try and talk to me.”

“What I don’t understand is if you really have faith in me and you really do trust me, why does it matter what I say to other people?” he asked as he opened the car door for you, walking around to driver’s seat after you’d gotten inside.

You nodded, “you're right, I need to put more faith in you, because I do have so much faith in you papi, I've always believed in you,” you take his hand. “I’m gonna work on it, okay?”

“Okay, and I’ll...work on my talking,” he offered.

You give his hand a gentle squeeze. “Sometimes, I wanna hear you tell me I look pretty, because a lot of times, I don't feel very pretty.”

“Okay, and when I have told you how good you look, you tell me, ‘No, I don’t. I look like a house, papi.’ So that makes me feel like you don’t wanna hear it. I try, pero you swat compliments away like it’s a housefly,” he replied.

You nod, “I'll work on that too,” you smile at him and lean over to kiss his cheek, for the first time in years you felt like you were getting somewhere.

“Sometimes you make me feel like nothing I do is good enough, and trust me I understand, you’re outta my league. I’m not good enough for you, I know that pero I’m trying. I work my ass off so that you and the kids can have a good life, be happy. And I’m not talking about material things, I’m just talking about a good life in general.” He looked at you as he came to a red light. “If I’m not home, it’s never because I don’t want to be. If the neighborhood isn’t safe, it’s not because I let it be that way. I’m trying hard to give you everything, and more importantly my kids everything.”

You nod softly, “I know you do so much for us, and sometimes my concern comes out as...aggression, I worry about you missing important parts of these kids lives. I miss spending time with you, just us in our quiet little corner of the Heights, but I know how hard you work, I'm sorry I don't make you feel more appreciated. Because I do appreciate you papi,” you say gently.

“Yeah, but it’s not just us anymore, Dama. We got two kids that we gotta worry about,” he replied.

“Four,” you said softly. “I know it's not just us, I'm sorry I don't show you more often how much I really do appreciate what you've done.”

“Yeah, four...I meant four,” he mumbled.

“Do you regret having more kids with me?” You ask softly.

He thought for a moment, shaking his head.

“No...I don’t know. I mean it’s too late now, they’re here,” he answered softly. “I love them, I do pero...I just think we maybe had them for the wrong reasons. Sabes?”

You took a deep breath, “I think we had them too soon, but I don't think we had them for the wrong reasons. I love you, and I love that we brought people into the world together, they are the loves of my life. But I do think it was too soon,” you whispered.

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Do you know just how much shit I could take? You thumbed the frame hanging on his apartment. Your finger leaves prints on the side of his face as he hugs you from behind in that picture. Then you felt tears trailing down your cheek, ruining the mascara you had on. Then you tip that same frame until falls on the flooring, shattered into little pieces. Scattered all around. Keeping your heels on, you stride to the corner of the living room where his baseball bat leaned against the wall.

You dragged it along the hallway and your first target is the bedroom. It's where you spend the most time with him. His book shelves, his overpriced little figurines. Turning on the Beyonce's Ring The Alarm, on the Bluetooth speaker he told you not to use because it was for his work, you smiled through the tear-stained face, swinging the bat across his glass shelves.The sound of the glasses cascading across the room brings you euphoria. Not satisfied with just that, you dug a steak knife into his Apple desktop screen. Hurl his mouse across the room, throw your matching shoes in the bin and lit it on fire on the balcony, throwing the liquor bottle she gave him as a gift into the flames. Then you took off your cropped top so it joins the fire, leaving your bra and jeans short on.

Unstoppable. The hatred that piles up all these while, all the doubts you've been having and the uneasiness finally comes into view when you saw him that night on that supposed company dinner with that slut. She knows he was in a relationship and still placed her hand on properties that aren't hers. All the effort, every back rub, every meals cooked with love. Every drive, every sore spot you shared with him felt like a joke. Every time you tell him you needed him, missed him, wanted him felt like an embarrassment. Your whole universe was him. Your world revolves around him, you gave him everything you have and he still thinks its not enough?

Why else is he looking for affection elsewhere, dare to look at someone else?

I'll trash your whole apartment, baby.

Looking at the expensive robe hanging on the wall there, you grinned. You grabbed the lipstick she left on his studio desk and start drawing over the fabrics. Some nice words and smiley kiss faces. He'll love it. He might actually keep it that way.

You grabbed a red wine by it's neck, uncork it and drunk a good half of it before tipping your head at the new mint blue wood sofa he had in his studio and asked, "You want some of this?" you pour it down, writing down the letters : L O V E Y O U with the stains and drunk the rest of the remainders in that bottle.

"She's got good taste..." you hummed to yourself and threw the bottle on the glass shelves holding his other collection of figurines. You dragged one of the child size KAWS to the living room by the head and used a Sharpie to draw a dick on its tummy. Then you tore open packs after packs of unused condom to throw it all around the KAWS you've chosen. "You need some decorations," you sang. Digging into your back pocket, you took out the red lacy panties that you found in his cargo pants and put them on the KAWS. "So pretty..." you giggled to it.

Now, for a grand finale. Taking out a stack of photos from another back pocket, you let threw it all around the house. Promiscuous picture of him with that lady and several others, leaving hotels, entering hotels, holding hands, kissing.

Wiping your tears with the back of your hand, you took his most expensive tees in the wardrobe and wore them as you took the car keys and left.

In the car, you slammed your feet on the accelerator at the view of the clear highway. The engine revving and you went straight for the divider separating the roads. Beyonce's Sorry plays in the car.

"Looking at my watch, he shoulda been home Today I regret the night I put that ring on He always got them fucking excuses I pray to the Lord you reveal what his truth is I left a note in the hallway By the time you read it, I'll be far away I'm far away But I ain't fucking with nobody Let's have a toast to the good life Suicide before you see this tear fall down my eyes Me and my baby, we gon' be alright We gon' live a good life Big homie better grow up Me and my whoadies 'bout to stroll up I see them boppers in the corner They sneaking out the back door He only want me when I'm not there He better call Becky with the good hair."

Namjoon opens the door. An ultrasound picture on the mess of a kitchen counter.

P.S. Me and my baby, we gon' be alright.

Car hurls into the sky. Engine revs. Apartment door bangs against the wall. Namjoon sprints.

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