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dreamcatchers-husband · 3 months

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A Business Proposal

Male Reader X Fromis_9 Nakyung

Length: 12.6k+ Words

Tags: Angry sex. Teasing. Creampie

A/n- So the winner of the poll was was post it now. So here you go. Been a while since a new fic but this is in honor of my two years of writing smut on tumblr. Hope you enjoy.

Business proposals. It probably isn't a lie when you say they probably happen every day. Sometimes they can be rather fair for both sides but in your case, you couldn’t be more annoyed.

“What do you mean I have to marry her? And in a month and a half also?”

Your parents rolled their eyes as they then placed a contract in front of you.

“Look. Their company has always been a great partner of ours and this could help elevate both of us to the top. This union will combine both our profits and make our wealth reach new heights. The day you marry her, you will officially become the chairman of C Industries. If you don’t marry her then we will look for another board member to take the place. Please don’t make us do that.”

Your mother and father were hard workers. It took them 27 years but they managed to develop a company that was second to none. Now what was this company focused on? Honestly? Everything. C industries were just a jack of all trades. Tech development, construction of apartments, agriculture. Those were just a few things. It always amazed you how they managed to build their empire and you knew it was yours eventually until now.

You were destroyed hearing those words. Years of hard work would be ruined over one decision your parents made without warning.

“Shit. Are you going to make me do this?”

“Yes, Yejun. Now it’s it a yes or a no?”

Sadly there was only one answer.

5 frantic weeks went by as both companies got together and worked out the merger. Most of your days went by with you attending meetings from 7 in the morning until 8 at night. You met with lawyers from both sides as well as your parents and future in-laws but one certain lady was always missing.

Despite this marriage being forced on you. You were going to be a good husband and love and support your wife. So of course you were wondering about her after all this time. Currently, your meeting was ending with the Lee’s so you knew it would be the best time to ask.

“Excuse me, Mr. Lee. If I may ask, where has Nagyung been this entire time? Me and her will be running this company together yet she hasn’t even shown up for a single meeting.”

“Ah. She has been very busy deciding things for your wedding with the planner. We haven’t seen much of her either. We just get updates over some phone calls. You must be excited to meet your future wife. Why don’t you go give her a visit? She has her place in the city and I’m sure it would give the Two of you some time to connect. I will send you the address as well as the passcodes to enter.”

“Are you sure it’s ok for me to enter?”

“Of course, Yejun. You will be married in a few weeks. If she gives you any problems just tell us.”

“Very well Mr Lee. I will head over tonight when I get a chance.”

“Very well. I wish you a good night and hope to see you soon again.”

With a handshake, everyone in the room parted their own ways. Your parents didn’t even stay as they gave you a wave goodbye. Looking to the right, your eyes looked up at the clock and saw that it was 5 pm. Today was one of the lucky days you all ended it early. With the idea of visiting Nagyung fresh in your mind, you quickly gathered your things and went towards the elevator.

After a few seconds, the familiar ring echoed out in the hallway. The doors to the machine opened and you entered. The ride down to the garage took a bit as you were on the 45th floor. After about a minute and thirty seconds, the same ding came back and doors opened.

Respect is what could be felt in the air. As people passed you, they all took the time to stop and give you a bow. Of course, they would show that kind of respect to the future CEO. Despite that, you felt a bit weird and appreciated when they treated you like anyone else. You never wanted the money or power to get to your head. You hope it never does.

As you finally arrived at the black vehicle, your hands brought out the key fob and unlocked the car. The little chirp from your Toyota brought a smile to your face. You had just bought it a few days ago and loved having a state-of-the-art car for the first time in your life. Once in the driver seat, your foot stepped on the break and you pressed the start button. As the car roared to life, you waited a few seconds until the display screen in the middle of the console was active. Once up, you could see there was a Message from Mr.Lee. In the text was the address so you just clicked on it and your car put it in the GPS. With the instructions not playing in the speakers, you put the car in drive and took off.

A few minutes passed as you drove away from the company building. Taking a glance at the time, you saw it was 5 pm and a typical dinner time. With the GPS saying you were 5 minutes away, you began to glance around and look for some food. With your eyes scanning all the buildings, they eventually saw a large neon sign that caught your attention.

Seeing an open spot near the store, you turned your wheel and parked right in front of the building. Turning the engine off, you quickly jumped out and walked to the front door of the restaurant. The name “Very Very Good Chicken” certainly caught your attention.

As you pulled the glass door open, the strong fragrance of chicken hit your nose. By just a few smells you got, it was going to be good. Going up to the counter, a young man could be seen just standing behind the counter. His attention was facing down, so you could tell he was just on his phone.

As you finally reached the register, it took the young. Man, a minute to notice you were there. The sudden jolt from the man scared you since you scared him. Both of you began to laugh at this and calmed down after a few seconds.

“Sorry. Welcome to Very Very Good Chicken. What can I get for you?”

“Hi. Could I get half and half of the Ganjang and Yangnyeom flavors?”

“Of course. So half and half of the Ganjang and Yangnyeom flavors. Would you like any drinks to take with you as well or just the chicken?”

“Hmmm. How about a bottle of draft beer?”

“A bottle of draft beer. So in total, it’s the chicken and the beer. Your total will be 35,000 Won. How would you like to pay?”

Handing over your card the young man quickly swiped it and then handed it back.

“Please give us like 15 minutes to get that ready for you sir. Thank you for buying with us.”

Nodding towards him, your legs brought you over to an empty seat and you waited for the food. The 15 minutes went by in a flash as you saw the young man walking over with the bags of food. Standing up, your right hand extended and you took hold of the plastic.

“Thank you for buying. Hope to see you again!”

“Thank you!”

Walking out of the building, you immediately arrived at your vehicle and placed the food on the passenger seat. Getting back in the car, you took a look over your left and pulled out of the spot. Your GPS continued to direct you toward the large apartment building. After the Five-minute drive, you pulled into a large parking lot that was across the building. Your Toyota certainly stuck out from the various nice-looking cars that were stationed there.

Despite that, you parked your car in the first spot you could find. With the engine turned off, your hand took hold of the plastic bag and hopped out of the vehicle. Your footsteps brought you to the front door where a doorman was ready to let you in. Thanking the man, you made your way inside the building and took a look around. The giant glass chandelier in the center of the lobby certainly brought all eyes to it.

Moving past it, you eventually made it toward some elevators in the backside of the lobby. Pressing the circular button, your leg began to bounce as you waited for the elevator. A few more seconds passed until a ding echoed out in the lobby. With the door in front of you opening, you quickly hopped on the elevator and pressed the button to the 22nd floor. With the doors closing, all you could do was wait until you were on the correct floor.

A little jingle played in the metal cage as you stood there with the food. Honestly, you weren’t quite sure how to say Hi to Nagyung. Well hi was the least of your concerns. What would you talk about with your fiancé?

Your time to brainstorm ran out as the same Sound as before hit your ears. With the doors opening to your desired floor, you began to walk off the elevator and take a look around. On both sides, apartments lined down the hallways. In front of you was a sign. In the black font, you saw that on the right-hand side were all apartments from 2210- 2220. On the left-hand side were apartments 2200-2209. With a glance at your mobile device, you took a glance at the text and saw that Nagyung lived in apartment 2220.

As you moved down the right-hand side, your eyes scanned all of the apartment buildings until you reached the end of the hallway. With the number in front of you, your right hand went up and formed into a fist. Hesitation is what you felt until a sudden boost of confidence brought you to knock on her door.

Silence was all that could be Heard. A few seconds passed as you were getting ready to knock again. Before your right hand could hit the door, the sound of the lock being undone began to come from the door. As the white door pulled back, your eyes were met with a strange man who happened to be shirtless.

“Fucking finally. Forty-five minutes for damn fried rice.”

You didn’t even have time to react as the bag of food was snatched from your hand. A wad of cash was then thrown at your face as the man slammed the door. Were you at the wrong Apartment? Taking your phone back out, you decided to send a message to Mr. Lee. Your message only repeated the address back to the man. It didn’t even take ten seconds for the name to respond saying it was correct.

Now you were beyond confused. Who the hell was that man? Bringing your ear to the door, muffled sounds passed through but you could hear laughter coming from a couple of people. It could be seen as rude but now you needed to know what was going on. With the keypad on the left side of the door, your fingers put in the code that was given to you.

12418 imputed. You then pushed the door and were met with a house hallway. Stepping in, you gently closed the door behind you and lurked forward. A couple of nice-looking jackets were on the right-hand side. On the left side was a small wooden table with some car keys. The Bentley logo was very easy to see from the back of the key fob. Obviously, she had a very nice car. As you finally arrived at the end of the hallway, your eardrums picked up about three different voices who were joking around.

“What the fuck? This is chicken, not fried rice. I’m gonna yell at this place!”

Walking out of the hallway, you were met with The three individuals who happened to all be undressed. Nakyung as well as the man from the door yelled but you also noticed another young woman who just ran to cover her exposed body.

“YEJUN! WHAT THE FUCK?”

“Your parents said I could come and visit you. They gave me the code to your door.”

“Wait. You know this creep? Isn’t he the delivery boy?”

“Are you really that stupid Sangjun? That’s Choi Yejun. The future CEO of the company once the merger happens.”

“That doesn’t explain why he’s here?”

“Well, I came to visit my Fiancé. I didn’t expect to find her naked with another man and woman.”

The man’s expression changed from anger to shock when he heard those words.

“FIANCÉ? YOU TOLD ME THE MERGER WAS JUST THE MERGING OF THE COMPANIES! YOU ARE MARRYING THE NEW CEO?”

The young man quickly threw on his pants and then bowed before you.

“Sir I am so sorry. She never told me she was going to be married. I can’t lose this job!”

“Leave, and never disrespect a delivery driver like that again.”

“Thank you, sir!”

As he ran away, you took a glance at Nagyung and the other woman who were now clothed.

“Saerom unnie. Can you please give me and Yejun some privacy?”

The young woman gave your fiancé a nod and then walked deeper into the apartment.

As your eyes met with Nagyung’s, you could tell she was beyond annoyed.

“My parents really gave you the code to enter my home?”

“Your father said it was ok since we are going to get married soon. I’m sorry I’m still just confused. Who were those two?”

“I don’t think you deserve to know that info considering you broke into my home.”

“Look I know I did barge in but your father said I could. Who were they?”

Nagyung rolled her eyes and began to walk away from you. Following behind her, the two of you eventually reached a nice kitchen. The expensive appliances as well as granite countertops let you see the girl lived in such luxury. From a topside cabinet, the young woman pulled out a glass and a bottle of scotch. Pouring the brown substance into the glass, Nagyung took a seat in the nice leather chair and looked at you.

“Saerom Unnie is one of my assistants. I have a couple of other girls who work for me. Sangjun is just someone in the marketing department of my father's company.”

“That still doesn’t explain why he was naked. Or why your assistant was naked as well.”

“You can’t be that’s stupid. What do men and women do when they are naked together?”

Sure you weren’t dense but somehow your brain was trying to convince you that they were participating in some other activity.

“But why? We’re eng-“

“Engaged? That wasn’t my idea. The only reason this is happening is because my father said I had no other option. The company merger was going to happen. This way my family still kept their wealth and power and a say in the company. Did you want this to happen? I can’t say I would blame you for wanting to marry such a beautiful girl like me.”

“No. I didn’t want this. My parents threaten to take away my birthright. I would not be the CEO of C Industries unless I married you as a favor to your parents. Now I didn’t want this b-“

“I’m going to stop you there. We both didn’t want this so why are you getting mad? I’m going to be very blunt right now. I love sex. I honestly can never have enough of it so I sleep with any man or woman who even gives me a fuck me look. We are going to get married but I’m still gonna be looking for sex. Look Yejun, you look like a sweet guy but you probably can satisfy me at all in bed. I will act like a good wife in public but I am going to live my life how I want. So if you are now well informed then get the fuck out of my house.”

The way Nagyung spoke to you made you angry yet you also felt sad. Your body reacted on its own as you began to walk towards the exit. Everything was a blur as you were finally back in your car. The anger and sadness remained. Angry that your future wife thought you less of a man. Perhaps you were wondering why you were sad. Well, you always thought you would marry a woman that loved you back. Now that dream. No, fantasy is now gone.

As you pulled out of the driveway, you began to drive home in an almost robotic state. Fifteen minutes passed as you arrived at your apartment building. Pulling Into the garage, you made your way over to your designated spot and parked in it. Stepping out from your black vehicle, your legs brought you to the entrance where you scanned your keycard. With it unlocked, you made your way over to the small dinky elevator that was already there. Hopping in, the doors slowly closed with a bit of squeal behind them.

With the elevator going up, you didn’t have to wait more than twenty seconds to reach the 3rd floor. Walking out of the elevator, you walked to the right side and made it to the first door there. Taking out your key, the piece of metal then entered the key slot and turned to the left. Pushing your door open, you then made your way in and closed the door behind you.

Taking your shoes off, you left them near the door and walked to your couch. Unlike Nagyung, your home honestly was not the best. You didn’t see much of a need for an expensive home. It was all about what you made with the space you had. Wasn’t much but you loved this place. As you slowly removed some of your clothes on the couch, your phone began to ring in your pocket. Taking it out, you saw it was Mr.Lee.

“Hello, Mr.Lee. How are you?”

“I’m doing well, Yejun. Did you go see my daughter?”

……..

Silence. What could you even say to him?

Oh yeah, I went to see her and she told me she’s gonna be getting railed 24/7 by men and women who aren’t married to her. How she’s told me she’s going to constantly cheat on me? Should you say something?

“Yejun? Are you still there?”

“A-Ah yes. We had a little bit of a chat. She was busy with the preparations so it was just a short talk. I’m sure we will talk more.”

“Oh I’m sorry she was busy but I’m glad you got to talk a little bit with her. Why don’t I schedule a dinner for you and her so you get to know each other better.”

“Oh you don’t have to-“

“Oh don’t worry. I’ll set it up for tomorrow night. 7 pm and I will send you the location.”

You didn’t even have time to respond as the phone call ended. How would dinner even go? Guess that was a problem for tomorrow. For now, you should just rest.

7 pm came faster than you anticipated. Your future father-in-law reserved a dinner at Lotte Tower. Honestly, it was all uneventful as you arrived at your table. The view out into Seoul was just amazing. You had personally never eaten at this place but you were plenty excited now. A young waitress at the time walked over and placed a glass of red wine in front of you. With a nod, you grabbed the glass and took a sip. Looking at your watch you saw it was 7 pm exactly, so your date of sorts would be arriving soon.

One minute passed, then two, and then three. Soon it was ten minutes. By this time you could already imagine what happened. You were stood up. At least you thought you were until a young woman walked up to you.

“M-May I take a seat? I’m here on behalf of your fiancé.”

With a nod, the young woman took a seat across from you and grabbed the cup of water. Bringing it up to her red lips, the girl began to drink the glass of water until the glass was empty. Placing it down, her eyes met with yours and she quickly looked down.

“Hello, sir. My name is P-Park Jiwon and I will be your new personal assistant.”

“When did I hire you?”

“A-Actually, your Fiancé assigned me to the position. I was working at The Lee company already as her assistant but reassigned me. She already spoke to your parents and hers and they approved.

You weren’t even married yet and this woman was already making decisions for you.

“And let me guess. She’s currently not here because she went to meet up with one of her appointments.”

“Y-Yes sir.”

“Of course she is. Well then I guess-“

At that time, the young waitress brought over two plates of food and placed them in front of the two of you.

“Well, this food shouldn't go to waste. Eat with me. Let’s get to know each other if we are going to be working together.”

Jiwon looked a little hesitant but as you raised your wine glass to her with a smile, she nodded her head and raised her own.

Two hours passed and your table was full of laughter. This nervous girl was wacky and funny. You could tell that working with her was going to be a fun time. Since your dinner was over, the two of you walked out to your car and you helped her get in. You would end up dropping off at her home and then going back to your own.

A week passed and you found yourself moving things into your new office. As you placed your knick-knacks on the shelves on the right wall, a knock was heard at your door. From behind the door; Jiwon came and smiled at you.

“Ok, I think that’s everything, Mr. Choi. That last of your things were in the box.”

“When we are alone you don’t need to call me Mr. Choi. Yejun is fine. And thank you for the help.”

“Of course Mr.- I mean Yejun. So what’s next?”

As Jiwon walked over, her eyes didn’t notice one of the empty boxes near you. Before you could warn her, the young woman tripped and started falling forward. Extending your arms, you managed to catch Jiwon before she smashed her face into the floor.

“You ok Jiwon?”

“Y-Yeah. Thank you.”

“Well, don’t you two look nice and cozy.”

You took a look in the direction of the voice and were met with a glare from your fiancé. Jiwon quickly stood up and got away from you. Bowing towards her, Nagyung got closer and got face to face with Jiwon.

“Why don’t you go get me a coffee, Jiwon?”

“Yes, Ms.Lee.”

Running out of your office, Nagyung came over and glared at you now.

“Was it you?”

“What was me?”

“Did you tell the media we’re getting married?”

“No. I did not.”

“DON’T YOU DARE LIE TO ME.”

“Watch your fucking tone with me. Why the hell would I tell the media?”

“Because it played out exactly how you would want it. Everyone now knows I’m engaged and going to be married. No man wants to risk pissing you off so they all cut their ties to me. None of them will fuck me. Sure I still got some girls to mess around with but I need a man to please me.”

“Nagyung. I did not tell the media. It probably just made its way out. Maybe this will be a way for you to stop this little habit you have.”

“Oh shut up. You’re probably looking forwards to fucking your assistant. What the hell did I walk into?”

“She fell. I caught her. Don’t try to assume you know me.”

“Whatever. Since the news is out, the media will be outside our wedding. When we pass the camera’s we will be the perfect couple. Do what you need to do so that narrative will play out.”

You hadn't noticed Nagyung had a tight hold on your arm until she let go. Walking towards the door, Jiwon almost bumped into Nagyung as she was returning. Nagyung took the cold cup from Jiwon's hand and left your office. That nervous girl you had met at dinner returned around her. It’s something you hated to see.

“I’m sorry about that Jiwon.”

“It’s ok. She’s been like that for the two months I worked for her.”

“Well, I will make sure it stops. Don’t you worry about that.”

Jiwon’s frown turned into a smile when you told her that. In a short time, you already cared for this girl. You would make sure to protect her the best you could.

The chirping from birds let you know it was the next day. A little look from your crusty eyes saw that it was seven am. You had to be at the shop to get your hair done by eight. Begrudgingly, your legs threw your covers off of you and made their way to your slippers. Standing up, you managed to tumble your way to the shower and hop in once the dirty pajamas were off.

You knew your time was short so you made your shower quick. That cold water surely helped you to wake up. Since you were in a bit of a hurry, you took your time in the shower to also brush your teeth. Some people might be disgusted but you do what you need to when you're short on time.

Getting out of the shower, you managed to empty your bladder and run back out to your room. From your dresser came a casual pair of underwear, sweatpants and a shirt. Throwing them on, you then made your way to your kitchen and grabbed a few cookies from a container. Shoving them in your mouth, you then got to your shoe stand grabbed the comfiest pair of sneakers, and threw them on. Looking up at your clock on the wall, you saw it was 7:20 already.

Grabbing the keys to your vehicle, you rushed your way towards it.

The drive was uneventful as you arrived at the shop with 15 minutes to spare. With your parked near the building. You then made your way to the entrance and met with the Receptionist. The young woman smiled at you as she saw you.

“Well if it isn’t the man of the hour. Welcome, Mr.Choi. Please follow me, I’m sure you're ready to start getting spiffy for your future bride.”

With a nod, you began to follow the young woman down a pair of nice granite steps. This shop was amazing. As you finally got down the stairs, you saw plenty of workers running around getting different things ready.

As you passed a small section of the shop, your ears could hear why people were running all over. The voice of your fiancé was telling people instructions on how she wanted to look. The receptionist pushed you forward into an area with other males that were waiting for you.

“They will be responsible for getting your hair and other stuff ready. Your fiancé already brought your suit in which you will be married. They will make sure it fits you perfectly despite having your measurements beforehand. Have fun.”

With a nod, you walked over to the men and gave them a bow.

“Please make me look good today.”

The men all smiled and Instructed you to sit down.

Hours went by. It wasn’t just your hair that was getting done. By orders of Nagyung, light makeup was being applied to you. Somehow light makeup took nearly 4 hours. Wouldn’t that be heavy makeup? Either way, it was noon by the time your hair and makeup were done. The staff had ordered some small sandwiches for you all to snack on before you went to put on your suit. With your simple ham sandwich gone, you went and looked at your suit.

The black tux seemed to be custom-tailored to your size. You probably had your parents to thank for that. You could have sworn a suit of yours was missing from your wardrobe. Pulling a cover, you proceeded to remove the tuxedo from its hanger and laid it on a table. Removing your clothes, you proceeded to throw on the white dress shirt and buttoned it up. Grabbing the pants from the table, your right leg went into the right slot and the left leg into the left slot. You had plenty of practice with suits and such. Putting them on wasn’t hard at all.

After two more minutes, your belt was in the buckles and you had your pants and dress shirt on. The white bow tie that remained on the table stood out to you. Most women made their partner wear the same color their 2nd dress would be. This being the color could either mean she wanted you to look bad, or her dress after the wedding would be white as well. Either way, you proceeded to pick up the bow tie and put it on. The final piece of your outfit was the nice black jacket. As you put it on, your eyes looked into the mirror in front of you. Your outfit was complete. Honestly, it was a perfect fit.

Pulling back on the cover, you proceeded to walk out towards the stylists and they began to pass a lint roller all over your tux.

“Perfect sir. Your bride is going to be very happy.”

“Yeah, sure she would.”

“Your wedding is being held at 3 pm in the Seoul Cathedral. That’s about a 30-minute drive from here. It’s 1:30 pm so it’s time to head out. Good luck today and don’t forget to say I do.”

Giving the men a bow, you began to head back out the way the receptionist had brought you. It was nothing eventful until you found a giant limousine waiting for you. The older man waiting by the back door gave you a bow and pulled it open. Giving the older man a bow, you quickly entered the limo and the door closed behind you. After a few seconds, the man went to the driver's side and hopped in. Before you knew it, you were on your way to the cathedral.

Honestly, it surprised you how many times you were using the same word to describe your wedding day. Uneventful. The 30-minute drive was uneventful until you finally arrived at your destination. The flashing cameras began to surround the vehicle as well as yells from the media. Security was already outside and began to push the men and women away as your vehicle inched forward to its final spot. Once there, the large men who helped push the media away helped you step out of the limo.

Despite being pushed back once, the various news sites came piling back over once again. The yells of your security were all you could hear as they were throwing the men and women back. Step by step you began to go up the steps of the cathedral. You aren’t even sure how much time it took until you were finally at the entrance. Once past the wooden doors, you could finally hear yourself think.

As you began to move further into the church, various men and women began to walk toward you and say their hellos. Despite it being early, the church was already filled with various people. A large majority of these people were businessmen and women who wanted to get on your family’s good side. Doesn’t surprise you most of them are there to kiss ass.

The repeated motions of your arm going up and down were annoying. Sure everyone knows how simple a handshake is but once you reached 30 people, it was just bothersome. With the random businessmen out of the way, next was saying hello to the executives of The Lee Company. As you stood in front of the 6 men and women, your head went down and gave them all a deep bow.

“I welcome you all to my wedding. Thank you for taking the time to come to this event. I’m sure all of your schedules were packed.”

The oldest of the bunch came over and shook your hand.

“Of course, we need to attend to meet our company president. Some were hesitant but this merger will help make us all a lot of money. I speak on behalf of all of my colleagues here. I am Ru Sangki.”

“Mr.Ru. I thank you all for coming. Will you be joining us for the festivities after?”

“Who could ever say no to free alcohol?”

With a small laugh, you proceeded to make your way to the end of the church where your parents were waiting. As your mother's eyes met with your own, you could see she was beginning to tear up.

“Sweetie. Y-You look amazing.”

“Thank you, Mother. Please don’t cry. You know I hate that.”

“I just never thought I would s-see the day.”

“Well, it’s here whether we like it or not.”

Placing a hand on your shoulder, your father looked at you.

“L-Listen Yejun. Your mother and I know this wasn’t your favorite thing but we appreciate you doing this. This will help our families rise to new heights. I guess we’re beginning to sound like broken records but this has already had an impact. Our stock prices have risen 7% since the first word of your wedding. New investors are lining up. The two of you will make this into a worldwide empire. I’m sure of it. You’re both young. I’m sure you will learn to love each other.”

You wanted to roll your eyes but as a matter of respect, you just nodded your head to your father.

“OK then. Your wedding will start in a few minutes. Why don’t you go stand up there and we will get started once your bride arrives.”

“Yes, father.”

Walking up on the stage, you began to just wait and give everyone a nod as they got to their seats. Minute after minute passed as your foot began to tap on the wooden floor. You were in your own world until the sound of an organ playing spooked you. The stereotypical tune from weddings began to play for everyone’s ears. Everyone was sitting for a minute until the sound of the doors could be heard.

The crowd now standing, looked back and began to take pictures. Your eyes first noticed the older man with her arm intertwined. Next to him was the young woman who had a white dress. Nagyung’s wedding dress wasn’t like other women’s. Most women had massive gowns that could fall to the floor. The fluff from those dresses was always a lot yet Nagyung didn’t dress like that.

Your fiancé’s dress was short. Her legs were on full display for the crowd to see. The two straps on her shoulders showed her soft skin. The white down her body showed her beautiful curves that could make any man drool. Around her neck, the collar of her dress seemed to have jewels all around to just show a look of elegance.

Step by step, the young woman got closer as her father held her arm. Small cries could be heard on the left-hand side. As you looked, your eyes noticed Nagyung’s mother crying at the sight of her daughter. You could tell she was just happy her child was getting married. After a few more seconds, Mr.Lee and Nagyung were finally at the front.

Walking down the five steps, your arm then extended to take Nagyung. Mr.Lee in that moment caught you by surprise as he hugged you.

“Look after her please.”

You were a bit shocked by this action but after you composed yourself, Mr.Lee revived a nod yes from you. Taking Nagyung’s arm, the two of you went up the 5 wooden steps and met with a priest who seemed to appear out of thin air.

“Ladies and gentlemen. I would like to welcome you all here today. It’s not often family, friends and loved ones get the chance to gather all together but you all took the time to come here for a very special moment. The moment when a man and woman become one. This is a sacred event that has stood the test of time. One that plenty would feel blessed to have, and I am sure these two feel just that way. Choi Yejun and Lee Nagyung have brought you here today for this. Their marriage. Now as I stand before these two, I can see the nerves on their faces. What couple wouldn’t be nervous on their special day but this just shows the love the two have for each other.”

You could almost laugh hearing those words but you needed to keep the act up. Nagyung smiled at the priest and nodded her head.

“Now Yejun, the duty of a husband can be tough. Sometimes you will be a friend, other times a confidant but you will always be the head of the family. You will be responsible for the needs your wife will have. Be that someone to talk to or someone to just enjoy time together. The key to all this will be communication. Communication will be the thing to help your marriage last as long as people like your parents. I hope you can fulfill the needs of your family. Now Nagyung. That same goes for you. The role of a husband can be hard at times but you will be his friend and confidant. The two of you will also have the struggles of running a business but if you communicate, then you can stand everything thrown at you two. Now I know plenty of weddings like to go on for an hour and bore you all with different sorts of speeches but I’m not going to do that to you all. I’ll make it shorter than average. We will now move on to the vows. We will start with Yejun. Repeat after me.”

At least this wasn’t going to be long.

“I, Choi Yejun.”

“Take you, Lee Nagyung.”

“To be my wife.”

“To have and to hold from this day forward.”

“For better or for worse, for richer or for poorer.”

“In sickness and in health, I promise to love and cherish you.”

“Now Nagyung. Repeat after me. I, Lee Nagyung.”

“I, Lee Nagyung.”

“Take you, Choi Yejun.”

“To be my Husband.”

“To have and to hold from this day forward.”

“For better or for worse, for richer or for poorer.”

“In sickness and in health, I promise to love and cherish you.”

“Thank you, both of you. Now I must ask. Should anyone have any reason these 2 should not be wed today, please speak or forever hold your piece.”

Silence in the church.

“Well then. As I said I wouldn’t make this long. By the power vested in me by South Korea and god, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

As you looked at your bride. Your eyes met with hers and saw she was smiling at you. You could tell it was fake but you had to play the part. Putting your hand on your wife’s waist, you then pull her closer and put your left hand on the back of her head. Tilting your head to the left, you then pulled Nagyung’s face toward you and connected your lips. The kiss was simple, just your lips touching but your heart was racing. It had been years since you kissed a girl. You were ready to push your tongue forward until Nagyung pulled her face back.

Cheers filled the church as the two of you faced the crowd. Smiles were on everyone’s faces. Your parents as well as your in-laws seemed happy. With the feeling of happiness in the air, you couldn’t help but give a genuine smile. At that time, Nagyung pulled your head closer to hers.

“Carry me to the limo. Make it seem romantic, idiot.”

Now your fake smile is back. Picking the young woman up, you began to walk down the wooden steps and go down the aisle. The cheers continued as you went down and gave everyone a quick nod. Nagyung pulled herself up a little and began to kiss your cheek. Each step you took brought you closer and closer to the doors. Security was ready as you finally reached the end. Your parents and in-laws managed to keep up with you and were ready to go out.

“Take a few pictures for the media and walk to the limo. We will join you there.”

“Ready, Nagyung?”

“Let’s do this.”

With security pushing the door open, your eyes were immediately blinded by the flashing lights of cameras. Yells from your security as well as the media hit your ears once more. You thought they were crazy before but now that your wife was in your arms, they almost lost it. You were now the power couple of South Korea. Each push on the men that were in front of you wasn’t fruitful. It took a couple of tries for you to make any progress towards the limo.

More of your guards came and began to pull the cameramen away from you all. Taking a chance, you posed with Nagyung and she smiled for the cameras. After an intense struggle that lasted five minutes, you were finally at the limo door. For one final picture, you looked at Nagyung and attached your lips to hers. The kiss was the same as before, just on the lips. It made your heart skip a beat until your wife pulled away again.

Putting your wife down, the young woman stepped into the limo and you followed behind. Your parents as well as in-laws also hopped in the limo and then closed the door. Unlike before, security already had them away from the vehicle and you were able to take off. Hugs were passed around as everyone hugged their parents. Your parents then hugged Nagyung and your in-laws hugged you.

“Your dress was stunning. So different from other brides.”

“Thank you, Mrs.Choi. I-“

“Call me Mom please.”

“Thank you M-Mom. I had the dress custom-made by some famous stylists at Versace. It was worth every penny.”

The rest of your ride was filled with Nagyung talking about her dress as well as the different jewelry she had on her person. For not wanting to get married she truly went all out for her dress. Fifteen minutes passed as you reached the venue for the reception. A hotel. Your wife had reserved several rooms and suites in this massive hotel. As the limo parked at the entrance, security stood guard and helped you get out. Helping Nagyung get out, you extended your arm once more and began to walk in with your family.

“Now me and your in-laws will finish setting up the reception. You two go over to the conference room and we will come get you when it’s time.”

“Ok, mom.”

Walking to an adjoining room, you and Nagyung found a couple of reclining seats and sat in them. The only noises that could be heard were the music as well as the staff workers who were setting up. You Weren’t sure how much time had passed until you heard a small grunt from Nagyung. Looking in her direction, the young woman was standing up and walking towards the door.

“You ok?”

“I’m gonna go do something. I’ll be back.”

You didn’t get the chance to respond as your wife pulled the door open and left. You were getting ready to follow behind her until the door opened again. A smile filled your face as you saw it was Jiwon.

“Congratulations Yejun!”

“Thank you Jiwon. I didn’t know you were in attendance.”

“Well of course I needed to come. I want to support you and be here in case you need something. So where is your bride going?”

“She said she would be back. That’s it.”

Jiwon’s smile turned into a look of sadness when she heard that.

“I think I know where she went. Follow me.”

Should you?

Jiwon didn’t wait as she grabbed your hand and began to pull you towards the rooms. The first floor seemed to have a few hotel rooms. As you went down this hallway, Jiwon reached one of the many doors there and pulled out a keycard. Scanning it, the green light appeared and she pushed the door open. Walking in, you were met by a sight that angered you. Nagyung had her arms wrapped around another woman and was kissing her neck. Somehow they didn’t even notice you.

“Nagyung. You’re married now. W-We shouldn’t.”

“It’s ok. I’m sure he won't mind it being another girl, Seoyeon.”

You weren’t sure why you were surprised. She said she was going to keep cheating but with the men avoiding her, you thought the women would too. Your eyes seeing this were suddenly met with the worried young woman. You could see the fear in her eyes as what she worried about happened.

“M-Mr. Choi.”

Nagyung at that time turned around and saw you. Most people would act shocked when caught cheating. Nagyung just rolled her eyes.

“Did you bring my husband here?”

Jiwon was silent for a second until she nodded yes.

“Next time keep to yourself. Or you will be out a Jo-“

“You will not be out of a job Jiwon. I give you my word on that. Nagyung. I truly thought that maybe you would not do it but I’m here and you couldn’t give a shit. Wow.”

As you began to walk out of the room, you could hear Nagyung scoff and yell at you. You paid her no mind as you and Jiwon returned to your waiting room. Once there, you took a seat again and just closed your eyes. While anger was coming off in waves, you felt a hand touch your arm. It was Jiwon and you could tell she was sorry for you. In a short time, this girl was already proving to be a better friend than any you had before.

“Sorry. I know this wasn’t your choice but maybe if you have a normal conversation with her then she will listen and stop.”

You were just silent. It could seem stupid but it only really hurt because Nagyung was keeping stuff from you, lying. At that time your fiancé returned and took a seat. The two of you were just glaring at each other now. Tension was all that could be felt in the air. Nagyung could have probably jumped on you until a knock on the door caught everyone's attention. It was the party planner.

“Everything is all set. Let’s go show everyone the lovely couple.”

Your feelings would have to wait, you now had to be the perfect couple. Standing up, you and your wife met at the door and intertwined your arms. Both of you put a fake smile on your faces and walked toward the reception hall door. The doors were quickly pulled open and music began to play. You and Nagyung began to playfully dance to the tune while going into the reception hall. Cheers echoed in the venue as the two of you made your way to the center of the hall.

You were ready to continue walking toward your seats until a slow song began to play. Normally the first dance would be later on but it looked like it was at that moment. Placing your hand on Nagyung’s thin waist, the two of you began to stumble a bit and go in the opposite direction. To everyone, it was just nerves when in reality you had never practiced this with your wife.

“Get your shit together and dance. I better not be embarrassed by this.”

Looking to the right a bit, Nagyung began to follow you and you both swayed left and then right in tune. Your dance wasn’t amazing but it served its purpose. A couple of minutes passed as the song stopped and everyone clapped. Directed to your table, the two of you took your seats and looked out into the crowd. It would be a long rest of the day.

Hours went by. To say it was horrible was an understatement. Every few minutes Nagyung would pull you closer and complain about something you did. Insult after insult continued to go in your ears. How were you going to have a calm conversation with your wife? You were angry. She was angry and annoyed. Would your emotions cause problems in this chat? A sudden pinch on your arm brought you back to your senses. The two of you had been bowing toward everyone who came to the weddings and it had ended. As people packed the dance floor and music blared in people’s ears, your parents and in-laws walked over and placed a few folders in front of the two of you.

“We know it’s been a long night, and it’s still technically a little early but we couldn’t wait any longer. In front of you are the deeds to your new home. Now C Industries has been developing a new mega building near the heart of Seoul. Well, the penthouse is already done. This home would be worth several million but it’s our wedding gift to the two of you.”

Both you and Nagyung were surprised. The two of you thought it would be time to go home shopping soon but your parents gifted you one. Both you and Nagyung bowed your heads and the massive gift you both received.

“Finally. In front of you are the transfer of ownership documents for both you and Nagyung. It’s all set. You both just need to sign and Yejun will be the CEO while Nagyung will be the COO.”

Pulling the cover to the manilla folder, the documents were all there and you began to give them a look over. There were no tricks in the end. This was the moment you had been dreaming about your whole life. Picking up a pen, your hand went down to the bottom of the document and began to sign. Once your lengthy signature was done, you took a glance to the left and saw Nagyung was done signing as well. Your wife was smiling and u like her previous ones, this one looked genuine.

“We are proud of the two of you. Welcome the new leaders of C Industries!”

Finally after everything today you were happy now also.

“We know it’s a bit early but the presidential suit was reserved for the two of you tonight. Here are the keycards so you can enter. Go ahead and leave whenever you want. We love you both.”

With your parents and in-laws leaving, Nagyung immediately took one of the cards and looked up at the clock. It was 10 pm.

“Well, I will be heading to the suite. I’m done with all these fake smiles I’ve been giving. Have fun dumbass.”

Standing up, Nagyung made her way to the exit and bowed at everyone as she left. You were left alone at your table now. It felt awkward. Should you just go to your room also? Wait, what if Nagyung was meeting with another person again?

Your mind began to go in circles as you asked yourself that question repeatedly. Your body reacted on its own as you made your way to the exit. After saying your goodbyes, you quickly made your way towards the elevator and waited for it. After a minute, the metal cage arrived and you walked in. Scanning your keycard, you then pressed the button to the presidential suite and the doors closed. As you went up, your leg began to bounce as you waited to get to your room.

A loud ding brought you back to earth and the doors opened. Right in front of you was the entrance to the suit. With the card scanner on the handle, you quickly scanned the rectangle in your hand and saw the green light. Walking in, the door was pushed almost all the way but then stopped by a pair of white heels. Pushing your way past the door, you continued your way further until you reached the living room. On the couch sat your wife. The bottle of champagne on the table in front of her was opened and she was enjoying it.

“Why are you up here?”

“I have just as much right to be in this room Nagyung.”

Grabbing a glass, you then poured some of the contents of the bottle into it. You didn’t even hesitate to down the entire glass of champagne. Nagyung scoffed at this action and filled her glass once more.

“You’re acting like you had a tough day. I had to act like the perfect wife.”

“And you are acting like you aren’t a nightmare to deal with. I tried my best to be kind towards you all day yet all you did was treat me like trash.”

Nagyung’s scoff returned as she then stood up.

“I have been treating you well, all things considered.”

Your wife at that time walked towards the bedroom, leaving you shocked at her words. Following behind you raised your voice a bit.

“That was treating me well? How the fuck is that treating me well?”

“You got to kiss a gorgeous woman like me. I think that’s pretty good for a loser like you. Plus you ruined one of my chances to destress. I could have slapped you for that.”

“First. You need to stop calling me a loser. I don’t get where you got that idea and secondly, you went to do shit like that on our wedding day. You don’t even care.”

“I don’t care. I told you I love sex. A wimp like you can’t satisfy me.”

Getting closer to Nagyung, your glare met with hers.

“I have asked you already. Stop calling me a wimp. I’m getting tired of this.”

“Wimp, wimp, wimp.”

Our anger was ready to boil over. You had this rage you wanted to release but you didn’t know how. You hadn’t noticed how close your face was to Nagyung’s until you could feel her breath on yours. The two of you were angry and needed to get rid of this feeling.

Your bodies reacted on their own as you both grabbed each other. Your lips were connected to Nagyung’s before you knew what was happening. This wasn’t like the short kisses you had before. You had wanted to push your tongue forward before and now you had the chance.

As your tongue moved into her mouth, the two of you began to fight against each other. You would have figured Nagyung would push you away but she continued to kiss you. The young woman’s tongue was shorter than yours, yet she managed to put up a good fight. Your tongues were pushing against each other and then circling, chasing each other. With your pent-up anger, you finally pushed your tongue against hers and took control in her mouth. Oxygen was something the two of you didn’t notice until your lungs felt empty.

Pulling back, both of your chests heaved as they took in as much air as possible. Still, your face ended up back in her body only now her neck. First, you began with small pecks on her soft skin. A few pecks later you began to nibble on her skin and pull a bit. The combination of your kisses and bites began to leave a red mark on your wife’s neck. Soft moans hit your ear as Nagyung held you close.

You weren’t sure when but after a little bit, Nagyung was already pulling off your jacket and ripped off your tie. Your hands stopped being idle after those actions and followed her lead. Your wife didn’t have much clothes on, so it was easy to begin to raise her white dress. Pulling back from your bride's neck, she began to help you remove her wedding dress. As the clothes began to leave her body, your eyes were blessed by the sight of her nude breast. Nagyung didn’t have a bra on this entire time. Just that thought made your already stiff cock to twitch.

Nagyung seemed impatient as the young woman ripped the buttons to your shirt open. With that out of the way, your hands went down to your belt and unhooked it. Pulling the leather belt off your pants, Nagyung quickly unbuttoned your pants and pulled them down. Raising both your legs, your pants were finally gone and you were matching Nagyung. Only your undergarments remained.

“Not bad for a wimp.”

“Shut up you bitch. Why am I even doing this?”

“Please, I'm asking myself that. You probably have a little shrimp dick.”

Nagyung’s hand reached out and took hold of your clothes shaft. Your wife had a smirk on her face until she began to feel around.

“Take a look then.”

Your wife rolled her eyes at the cockiness in your tone and dropped to her knees. As she went down, her hands wrapped around the band of your underwear and pulled it down. As your cock was freed from its confines, it accidentally hit Nagyung in the face as she got closer. A small gasp left her mouth as she stared at your dick. Raising her hand slowly, your wife’s dainty fingers wrapped around your cock.

“Well well well. I guess my husband is blessed with a nice cock after all.”

Slowly, Nagyung’s hand began to move up and down your length. With each small stroke, a bit of precum left your tips and began to move down your shaft. The clear slick began to slick up your wife’s hand a bit. Her hand was soft and moving slowly, yet it felt great. Nagyung. Could tell these small actions felt amazing as she then sped up a little bit.

“Awe. Your cock is heating up a bit. This is probably the most a girl has ever done to your length.”

“I’m not a virgin Nagyung. I just don’t Sleep around with anything that breathes.”

“Well you should be happy your wife loves sex. Because that means I’m an expert at this.”

Goosebumps filled your body as you felt something warm wrap around your cock. Looking down, your eyes met with Nagyung’s as her mouth trapped your tip. A few small sucks began to attack your cock head. A slight groan left your mouth as Nagyung continued this action. Sure it felt great but it would quickly bore you.

Nagyung seemed to have read your mind as she smirked a bit. Lower and lower went your wife’s mouth on your length. You weren’t sure how but Nagyung managed to move your entire length down her throat. After five seconds, Nagyung pulled her mouth back and off your length. Your wife then began to move her tongue on your length and moved it from the base to your tip. Left then right went her tongue around your cock. Moving down to your balls, Nagyung began to move her tongue around them and played with them. Your wife’s hand while she sucked on your balls stroked it up and down.

After a minute, Nagyung returned her mouth to your length and began to suck on your cock head. Down went her head on your length inch by inch until you filled her throat. The same action repeated two more times until Nagyung hit you with something new. When you filled her throat once more, you felt a vibration around your length as well as a constriction. Nagyung was somehow massaging your cock with her throat. It was unlike anything you had felt before. If you truly were a virgin, you would have blasted your load down Nagyung's throat at that moment.

Pulling back, Nagyung giggled a bit and just looked at you.

“How does that feel dear? I told you I’m talented. Or maybe you are just a virgin.

“T-That was….. ok.”

“Well. If it’s just ok then fuck my face. Dump a load down my throat.”

With the same insult being repeated, you decided to take her up on this invitation. Both of your hands took hold of Nagyung’s head and your waist began to move back and forth. At first, it was slow but when your eyes met with Hers, you saw she rolled them at you. With a sudden thrust, Nagyung’s throat was filled and her eyes shot out a bit. Back and forth your cock entered and left her mouth. Your wife’s throat was getting filled every second with your action. Despite this, she would take deep breaths when she could and took it. She truly wasn’t a rookie at this. Once again, Nagyung began to constrict your length with her throat. The feeling every time felt like the first time. The girl certainly wanted you to cum.

“F-Fuck. Guess you can do more than just complain with that mouth.”

You felt almost embarrassed but you knew you were close. Using as much strength as you could, you pounded into your wife’s throat. You didn’t have time to warn Nagyung as you thrust into her throat a final time, blowing your load. Shot after shot of your cum went down the young woman’s canal. A small pur left Nagyung’s mouth as your semen filled her stomach. It was one of the best orgasms you had in a while. Letting go of your wife, Nagyung pulled back and began to suck on your tip. Your whole body jolted as you were still sensitive.

“Fuck. I haven’t swallowed a load that big in a while. You must have needed to let one out for a while now.”

Your head just nodded a bit as Nagyung stood up and laid her back on the bed.

“Hurry up and eat my pussy. I better cum from that worthless tongue of yours.

After finally catching your breath, your legs dropped down and you brought yourself up to Nagyung’s legs.

“Sit back and enjoy, bitch.”

Wrapping your arms around Nagyung’s thick thighs, you then pulled your wife closer. Deciding to tease Nagyung, your lips went to her legs, and began to kiss them. Each peck down her leg brought you closer and closer to her panties. Nagyung being impatient wrapped her hand on her panties and pulled them down. With her privates uncovered, your kisses got closer and closer until you hovered about her pussy. Her slick had covered her legs already and you had a taste, but now you wanted more

“Fucking eat my pussy.”

You would have liked to leave her there frustrated, but you decided to be nice and gave her pussy a kiss. A little moan left her mouth and you gave her lips another kiss. You repeated this action as your hands moved up to her folds. Spreading them open, your tongue took the chance to push in and began to lick around. More moans left Nagyung’s mouth as your tongue began to swirl in her cavern.

With her folds parted, your eyes managed to see your wife’s clit. With your left hand, you began to run her nub in little circles. Letting go of Nagyung’s folds, you then used your right hand and pushed your index finger into her. The small moans were replaced with swears as your fingers moved in and out of her pussy. All 3 actions made your wife begin to jump around. She wasn’t ready for you to please her. Nagyung was truly caught off guard.

Adding two more fingers at once, Nagyung’s legs began to shake at the combined efforts of your hands and tongue. In and out your fingers pistoned Nagyung’s tunnel faster and faster. Your tongue with its continuous flicks on her clit began to speed up despite your mouth getting tired. Nagyung was close and you could tell.

Pulling back, you looked up at Nagyung and heard a groan from her.

“Why the fuck did you stop?”

“Maybe we should just leave you here as payback or-“

Nagyung wasn’t happy and pulled your head back into her snatch. Should you keep going? Nagyung didn’t wait as her fingers began to rub her clit. Your three fingers pushed back into her snatch and your tongue licked her folds. It didn’t take long for Nagyung to get close to her orgasm again. Moving your fingers as fast as possible.

“F-Fuck. Just a l-little more.”

Keeping the same pace, Nagyung soon began to jolt around and yell. A rush of fluids hit your face and you then opened your mouth. Each squirt of your wife’s fluids filled your mouth quickly. Drinking it, your body shivered as you had the best-tasting drink of your life. Pulling back, Nagyung was panting for air and had a bright smile on her face.

All of this made you hard again. You thought you were turned on before, but now. You wanted to fuck the life out of your wife. You didn’t hesitate to stand back up and line your length with her folds. Nagyung saw this and smirked.

“Look at you. Taking charge. I wonder if that cock can make me cum.”

“I already made you cum.”

“That was with my help. I doubt you can do it on your own but go ahead and try.”

“Let’s see if that loose pussy can make me cum.”

Your cock head began to push forward and wrapped around your length. You didn’t hesitate to go as deep as possible in that instant. Every inch of your length was wrapped by Nagyung’s walls, and it was the greatest feeling ever. Pulling back, you began to move back and forth.

“Mhmmmm. Such a beautiful cock but I’ve had better.”

Your anger returned as you wrapped your hands on her hips. Harder and harder your cock began to shove itself into your wife.

“Little better but I think I should go find a better cook than you right now.”

Adding a bit of speed, your hips thrusted more and more into Nagyung’s pussy. Achieving a steady speed, you continued to fuck Nagyung.

Clap clap clap

Those were the sounds that could be heard in the room. Finding a bit more strength, you began to move harder. Grunts left your mouth as Nagyung moaned.

“T-That’s fucking it. Keep going, wimp”

Grabbing Nagyung’s hair, you aggressively pulled your wife’s upper body closer to you.

“S-Stop calling me a wimp.”

“Y-You want me to stop. Then make sure I cum.”

Lowering your hand, your fingers began to search until you found her clit once more. As your wife did before, your fingers began to move her clit in circles. You could feel your wife begin to constrict her walls on your length from this action. You hadn’t noticed Nagyung had her arms wrapped around your neck until now. Letting go of her upper body, your head moved down and went into her breast.

With your mouth wide open, you managed to find Nagyung’s right nipple and wrapped it around your lips. At first, you began to give it a few teases but soon you began to suck on it harder. You were never the best multitasker yet you managed to keep fucking Nagyung, playing with her clit and sucking on her breasts. Raising your head, you then moved your mouth to her left breast and began to suck on her nipple.

“Fuck. I-I’ve needed this.”

“M-Me too.”

You were surprised at that moment as Nagyung pulled your head back. You thought she was going to push you away until she brought her lips to yours. The two of you were in a battle once more. Your tongues fighting for dominance. This kiss was aggressive, yet you could feel almost a sense of care in it. Pulling back from the kiss, Nagyung smiled at you and kissed your cheek.

“B-Babe. Keep going, please. I’m going to cum if you keep this pace.”

Your heart fluttered a bit when she called you that. You were going to help her cum. Keeping your thrusting pace, your fingers sped up and stimulated her clit even more. Nagyung at that time began to yell once more and jump around in your arms. Your wife’s eyes began to roll back as she continued to jump around. The construction around your length was just as good as her throat, you were ready to cum. With a few more thrusts, your length reached the end of your wife’s caverns. Your seed began to flood your wife’s snatch as you fell on top of your wife. Your cock throbbed more than five times as you filled her to the brim with your semen.

You weren’t sure how much time passed as you felt Nagyung kissing your neck. Getting back up, you looked down and saw your cum leaking out of your wife’s pussy. Nagyung brought her fingers down at that moment and grabbed some of the semen that was dripping.

Raising it to her mouth, your wife playfully spun around and raised her ass towards you.

“Put another load in me.”

You didn’t need to think twice about that invitation. Despite everything, your cock was still plenty hard. Nagyung at that time reached back and lined your length up with her folds. With a push, your length was enveloped in your wife’s caverns once more.

“Fuck. How are you so tight?”

“How do you have such a nice cock?”

Picking up a little speed, your thrusts began to get harder. Nagyung at that time brought her upper body up and you took hold of her arms. From your wife’s delicate arms, they began to go up and take hold of her breast. Your lips once more went to her neck and you began to pepper it with kisses.

“God I love that. Maybe I really won’t need another cock after this.”

“Here y-you go again. This is the only cock you are going to have from now on.”

“M-Maybe but you get a pleasure other men have never had.”

“And what’s that you whore.”

Nagyung’s walls got tighter with that word.

“None of them got to fuck me without a condom. Let alone fill me with cum.”

“Then let me fuck a-another load into your loose pussy.”

Nagyung moaned when you insulted her again. Your speed began to increase when you could imagine another load in your wife. Letting go of her left breast, you immediately raised it and slapped her ass. A grunt left Nagyung as you then slapped her ass again.

“Y-You can do better dear. Fuck me like others have before.”

Your slaps continued on her ass after she said those words.

“S-Shut up you whore.”

“W-Whore? Yet you’re fucking me.”

“B-Because this is my pussy now.”

Your thrusts increased and Nagyung began to grunt like you.

“C-Choke me.”

You would have never thought of yourself grabbing your partner's neck during sex but with the way Nagyung spoke to you, there wasn’t any hesitation. Both of your hands wrapped around the young woman’s neck and began to squeeze a bit. This seemed to turn Nagyung more. The constriction around your cock got tighter with each squeeze you gave her neck. Nagyung began to lower her hand down to her clit but you saw this and slapped her hand away.

“Y-You come when I say so.”

Your right hand continued to give a few squeezes to her neck while your left hand went to her clit. Rubbing it in circles once more. Your combined efforts were bringing Nagyung to her orgasm, and you were soon to follow. Should you be ashamed about cuming so soon again? Probably not when you were making her cum quickly also.

Every one of your actions went as fast as they could. The rubbing of Nagyung’s clit, the choking of her neck, and the thrusting Into her walls.

“P-Please. Just a little more.”

With your constant pace, you saw Nagyung’s body begin to shake as her third orgasm of the night came. A rush of fluids hit the bed as you gave her neck one final squeeze. Just like your hands. Your wife’s walls squeezed around your cock and tried to milk you of all you had. Letting go of her neck, your cum began to fill Nagyung. Pants for air and mains filled the room, just like you filled your wife.

After a minute, Nagyung pulled her body away from yours and pulled the covers to the bed. Hoping under the covers, you followed her and wrapped her in your arms.

The room was silent until Nagyung broke the air.

“Can I be honest?”

“Sure.”

“That was some of the best sex I’ve had in a while. You were great but I still want to sleep with other partners. I have been doing this for so long and it will just be so hard to change myself.

You began to chuckle a bit hearing that.

“I have a compromise. Why don’t you let me sleep with other women and you can sleep with other women as well?”

You were amazed at what you just heard. You were mad about your fiancé trying to sleep with others but now your mind was debating if you should take this offer.

“It’s called an open relationship. And to stay clean I will only sleep with women I introduce you to and you can sleep with women I introduce you to. You already proved that cock can satisfy me. I won’t lie to you anymore or try to trick you but please let me continue this life, dear.”

Should you do it? should you change your morals just to have more sex?

“I’ll let you fuck Saerom unnie first if you would like.”

Your cock twitched at the thought of fucking her. Her beautiful body certainly had never left your mind when you saw it. This deal would be in your favor.

“Fuck it. Let’s do it. So much for being angry at you for trying to sleep with others."

Nagyung laughed and hopped back on you. The young girl smirked and began to kiss your neck.

“I hope we can wake up early. Our flight to Jeju is at 7 am. This week is going to be filled with fucking. Let’s see if you can keep up, wimp."

“One way to find out.”

Plunging Nagyung back on your rod, the young woman began to bounce as you pulled her down for a kiss.

This relationship is going to be Interesting.

A/n 2- Thank you for reading. Not the best but i hope you enjoyed it. Not sure when i will come back with another piece so until then. Thank you for reading, sorry for typos and see you next time

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forbidden-sin-bin · 3 days

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By Your Side - Chapter 3

Summary: Only appearing as a mere background extra a few times, your hopes of landing a large enough role to be truly seen dwindles by the minute. In the midst of the long wait, you bury yourself in being the hardest working part-time barista the café has to offer.

Oh, and say hello to your new manager, who’s also working hard to make ends meet.

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August 27, 1997

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Brushing your apron smooth, you made your way to the cash register with a your usual practiced smile. "Welcome to the Tango Palace. What can I get you today?"

The welcoming expression on your face was far from the reality of your situation right now. And boy, it was bad.

Ever since the trip from New York feeling like a success, the days of receiving nothing but silence on your end slowly melted into creeping disappointment. Waiting by the phone for hours on end, all for nothing, the day wasted.

And it wasn't just the callback that you were waiting for: you had dozens of tryouts in the race against many others - improvs, scripts, interviews, singing, even a literal hand evaluation - in order to take that one and only spot of being chosen.

Though your parents were always happy whenever you landed a spot as an extra in the background of a single scene, be it movie or tv show, it did nothing to quell the shot-through nerves of wondering if the agency would ever give you an update on that callback you did.

At this point, nearing the new school year for Quinn's first year of kindergarten was the only silver lining in all of this. No doubt, you were proud, but it was bittersweet seeing them grow so fast. It seemed as if it were only yesterday that you had brought him home from the hospital, and in a blink he's walking, talking and ready to learn how to read.

In fact, you were so lost in reminiscing you nearly missed your customer's order.

Realizing you may or may not have zoned out for a second too long, you mentally slapped yourself as you quickly typed out the order. "S-sorry! Was it a regular coffee, one cream, no sugar?"

"And a quiche." Your customer sighed. "Jesus Christ..."

You nodded as you forced down your panic and irritation at the backhanded comment, giving them the total as you set the register to print out the receipt. "Alright, it'll only take a second." Whipping around, you set to work on pouring out a steaming hot cup of coffee, freshly brewed, and placing a pre-prepared veggie quiche out of the fridge and into the oven, dialing the settings to heat it just right.

Holding back your own sigh, you leaned back on the countertop as you waited. Truth be told, you weren't sure if the thought of getting fired was more stressful, or the thought of becoming a good-for-nothing that's entirely possible in the near future was worse. Either way, you couldn't lose this job.

The owners were kind enough, and business wasn't overly crowded with people, but you wanted to show them that hiring you was the best decision they could've made. Thinking about anything that isn't the job is the complete opposite of what you're trying to prove.

'Don't think of anything but what's in front of you, right now.'

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Later that evening...

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You tossed each letter onto the table in two separate piles; One for bills, the other for junk mail. After an uneventful day of serving customers, you returned home as always, filtering out the mail for your parents before they came home.

It wouldn't be long before the school year started, and you'd have to cut your hours in order to pick Quinn up from school, elsewise he'd be stuck in the after-care program till six, which wasn't fair for him at all.

It wasn't as if your family was poor or in debt, rather down on its luck. Your parents working at desk jobs required them to be there from at least nine to five, there was little to no time to take a break, especially now that they're not just working to keep the house afloat; If all else failed, you'd have to pick a course and go through community college just to get some degree that'll help you find a job that pays.

A part of you feared that you'd be kicked out eventually, which terrified your thoughts of not being able to take care of Quinn. And not being able to take care of Quinn means you're probably getting kicked out of the house like every other parent does to their kid that doesn't deliver.

Alright, that last part is debatable. But it’s possible, and you weren’t taking any chances.

And by not taking any chances, you sure as hell weren’t about to let the phone ring twice as you practically leaped over the kitchen table to pick it up.

"Hi! Hello?! Sorry- hello?"

"H-hello? Hi, is this-?" A stressed voice stutters out your first and last name.

Your face, initially bright with hope fell comically quick as you realized it wasn't an agency calling you for a role. Instead, a somewhat nervous voice of a young man answered. From how he sounded you could tell he was sweating bullets coming out of the other side of the phone.

"Yes, hi. That would be correct." You replied, not bothering to hide your deadpan shift in mood. This however didn't seem to phase the stranger.

"Oh, great! I saw your resume sent in to my agency, and I see you're looking for an agent to represent you in the coming years? Hopefully trying to find work?"

A few seconds of silence passed as you processed his response. 'Oh shoot, they actually remembered?' You thought with wide eyes.

"He-hello?"

"Yep, still on the line. May I ask who's calling?"

"Sean Warden. Sorry I should've introduced myself at the start but-"

You cut him off. "All good. And to answer your question: Yes. I'm in need of assistance in receiving job offers. Is that sufficient?"

"Awesome. So, the reason I'm calling you right now is because I have a proposition to offer you."

Again, silence, as if he was awaiting a reaction out of you. You however, had already begun to lose patience. "...Please continue." You held back a sigh, beginning to wonder if this is some sort of prank call or scam caller.

Still, this 'Sean' guy seemed either desperate or eager as he revealed his intention.

"I would like to represent you as your agent."

...

A few hours later...

...

"I'm going to be honest with you: This is not how I expected a potential signing of a client to look like."

Sitting inside a Tim Horton's café, coffee cups in hand, you found yourself sitting at a two-person table with a young, skittish and scrawny looking man in his mid to late twenties. Admittedly, this isn't the kind of guy you'd expect to meet.

Sharing an awkward silence, both of you holding small black coffees, neither of you had the gall to break the painful, painful silence. At least, until you've finished reading the whole entire contract that he gave you.

Given you're in the middle of the second page out of... eight, this was going to be a long evening.

Flicking your gaze at him for a brief glance away from your reading, you saw no impatience, only anxiousness, in his face. "Sorry if I'm taking up your time." You offered, figuring it'd be the least you could do for someone who hasn't been pushing your buttons.

Sean waves you off. "No need, I'm just happy you've agreed to even see me. I'll take anything, really."

You raised a brow. 'Anything, he says.' Your thoughts wandered away to making it seem as if you weren't the first option of employment, probably the last.

"O-oh, no no nonono, I didn't mean it like that!" He corrects himself, probably noticing or fearing that he might've made you reconsider signing that contract. "I mean- like-" He sighs, covering his face with a hand, filled with stress. "Don't get me wrong, I absolutely wanted to pick you as a client. I've seen your resume and everything; I can see the potential you have, I mean it."

Nodding, you resumed scanning the papers. "Continue. I'm listening, don't worry." Seeing that he hadn't missed his shot, he relaxed a little.

"I'm not trying to sell a sob story, it's just the truth. As you may know, the work I do is to find others work; Aspiring actors, music artists, the like? I'm no beginner to this, I've had many clients in the past and I haven't failed finding them jobs. But when there's older, more experienced agents... Well, you'd want to be represented by them more than me."

You hummed in acknowledgement, not taking your eyes off the contract as you flipped to page 3.

"My last three clients have all decided to move on to find a more renowned agency, meaning that as of now, I've no one to find work for, which also means my wages are little to none at the moment." Sean finished, clasping his hands together and resting them on the table, looking down as he finished. "What I'm offering you right now isn't the end all, be all. I promise you, regardless of what's going on in my personal and home life, I'll give it my all to find you what you need." It almost sounds like a plead, coming from him. "If you end up parting ways with me in the future, that's more than okay! It's just... please. Give me this chance to help you out."

Finally, you raised your head to look at him. Keeping your face neutral, you finally spoke after a few moments:

"Could you do something for me, if I do sign?"

He nodded eagerly. "Yeah, of course! What is it?"

Taking sip of your coffee first, you then reached into your bag and handed him your notebook. Well, one of many... but you knew this one had something you were looking for, and you couldn't reach it by yourself.

Flipping through to the page you wanted him to see, you slid the notebook over too him. "There's someone I know that's been looking to release an EP this year... probably this year, I don't know exactly. Problem is, you can't find their stuff here, only in Detroit. Think you could help me out?"

"Can I?" He almost laughed in relief. "Say no more." Scanning the written contact info that wasn't written in your hand, you watched as he holds the notebook closer to his face as something flickers across his expression. "Hold on a second..." First starting from genuine interest slowly melted to confusion, then familiarity.

You raised a brow. "Is everything alright?"

Suddenly, Sean's gray eyes widened in recognition, and indignation.

"OH, NOT THAT BALD-HEADED BASTARD?!"

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....

.....

A few weeks later...

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"OH, NOT THAT SMUG FUCKIN TWINK."

Marshall's head snapped up from writing another let of lyrics as he looked at his recently-signed agent, Paul. "The fuck you goin on about man?"

Holding the letter in his hands, Paul looked like he was glaring daggers into the paper. "Not you! It's this guy that I knew from law school, fucking annoying is what he was." Tossing the paper to his table, he sighed as he walked out of the room. "Take a look if you want, apparently his client claims to know you or something. They're waiting for your EP."

'How the hell'd they know already, this fuckin early?' Marshall picked up the paper, lazily scanning through the content that somehow got Paul pissed enough to take a hike. The signed name of the writer, Sean Warden, didn't ring any bells except the one labelled: 'white guy's name', if it wasn't obvious enough.

No one here would name their kid Sean, for fucks sake.

The name of his client however... slowly, but eventually remembering that day they met, even if it was only for a few minutes, was not forgotten on either of them, it seems.

Marshall huffed out a laugh.

"Hoooooooly fuckin shit. That bitch actually did it."

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(End of Chapter 3)

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A/N: HAPPY 1 YEAR AND... *checks calendar* NEARLY THREE MONTHS Y'ALL

Yep.

I think you already know I'm about to apologize again, so uhh... I'm extremely, very sorry? If any of you are still waiting I'm incredibly sorry for the long ass wait. I said previously it was all uphill from here, which was a LIE IT SEEMS

But just to make it up to you all... Chapter 4 is coming THIS WEEK. So there's something to look forward too I hope! Chapter 5 is coming a few weeks after as well. But I hope this suffices for now, thank you for your patience <3

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(Let me know in my ask box if you would like to be added to the taglist!)

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Failed Shifting Attempt

Dude, I tried shifting literally all day. I took out time off so I had the whole day off and instead of doing it my way(doing random stuff till it feels like it’s working) I tried subliminals.

Worse mistake of my life.

I cracked, I got self conscious and worried that the reason I wasn’t shifting was because ‘I wasn’t doing it right’ since I didn’t have a method.

So I tried Reya’s subliminal(I only got to 27 minutes) and I wasn’t feeling anything that made me assume I was getting closer to my dr so I just stopped, I tried a different subliminal that was just sounds and I felt like i was getting a little close(I was trying to turn over in my dr and I could feel myself(?) getting pulled over but my physical body was ‘keeping me here’ like a coffin or smth so it felt like I was just getting ripped apart inside my body head first. I tried briefly doing my own thing but I stopped after like 2 minutes cause I was impatient.

So overall this entire day has been a fail attempt(never thought I’d say that) and now I’m kind of disappointed? After all my shifting attempts so far I’ve been relaxed, any ‘failed attempts have brushed off me like water. But today was so bad, it’s almost devastating. I feel burnt out or something, I feel like I’m out of energy. I’m never trying another shifting attempt like this again-🦭

I’m gonna try to get all the points in here but they’re not gonna necessarily be in order.

Okay abt you giving up bc you didn’t feel anything, I totally get that honestly I used to do that too but shifting can vary from attempt to attempt if I’m being honest. It can feel like a whirlwind and it can also feel like nothing at all so I’d just advise that when you feel nothing during an attempt try to ignore it cause you’re unintentionally focusing on your body/the process instead of being in your dr. Like a couple times I shifted I didn’t even realize I did until I was back in my cr, other times it felt like I was being sucked into a vortex and it would be unrealistic to try and ignore the feeling. I shifted all the same. Just this morning I shifted and I didn’t even realize. (I’ll make a separate post if anyone wants).

Subliminals work on the assumption that you think they’ll work. That’s why some subliminals work for some people and don’t for others. If they were some end all be all thing than one of those *WARNING SUPER POWERFUL SUBLIMINAL YOU WILL SHIFT IMMEDIATELY* subs would work for everyone but alas 🤷🏽‍♀️ they do not. Don’t beat yourself up too much over it. I honestly don’t even choose subliminals on how much they “work” for me anymore I just choose them on if the background will allow me to focus and relax and if the affs in the background help me out, great. They’re a tool not the machine, treat it as such.

There’s no right and wrong in shifting and honestly failure isn’t real as I’ve learned. No matter what came of your shift you gained SOMETHING from it. Whether it be more knowledge on how to go abt it next time or movement that you’ve just yet to see. Every attempt gets you closer and that’s a success in an of itself. Persist through it if it helps.

You did shift! Good job!

Morph that disappointment into something that happened during your shift maybe?

Chiron told you, you can’t go swim with your friends until your set chores were done. Gods that must be frustrating, you must really want to hangout with your friends. I get that.

You had an argument with someone and they just wouldn’t see your point and got angry with you? Shit what was it abt? Honestly I’d cry, I’m so sensitive when it comes to fights.

Don’t brush it off just maybe turn your focus towards something more progressive while still feeling those feelings. Tell yourself that you’ll deal with the upsetting issue the next time you go to your dr. Motivation and Affirmation that you’ve already shifted all in one. Yippee 🥳

But all in all, I hope you feel better Mimi ☹️ and I swear on my life I will remember to get to your asks in my inbox. I’ve been consistently sick for the longest time 😭😭 I’ve been around little kids and those bitches will cough straight into your mouth without remorse.

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#evangelineshifts ˖⋆࿐໋₊#angel messages 🪽✨#reality shifting #shiftblr #desired reality #shifting #shifting realities #quantum jumping #law of assumption #manifestation #neville goddard #shifting help #shifting consciousness #law of assumption community #loasblog #loablr #loa blog #percy jackson shifting

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romaine2424 · 11 months

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Daily Blog June 27, 2023

Arg! I'd hoped to spend sometime planting the pretty flowers I bought yesterday but to my dismay I discovered an invasive weed was mixed in with my Shasta Daisies, which are just about to bloom. The kind of weed that attaches to your clothes and skin. Gloves came out and two hours later, I made a huge dent. Flowers tomorrow.

I had mentioned there were would be additional categories I'd throw into the mix and today I have one I've been anxious to get to. I'm going to call it Magical Elves. They are the people who help make fandom run. I mentioned @phoenixacid in an earlier post, who has been hosting @hd-fan-fair for ten years. This category will cover folks like her and that do even more...yes, even more...

What I'm reading:

On the Discord Drarry Fans Writers and Artists there is a channel for recs. I stole this one from there but then discovered I'd already read it. However, it was long enough ago that I don't remember all of the details. I think I read it when it first came out and before I hopped back into fandom in spring of 2021. The Ordeal of Being Known (146k) by @lou-isfake. I'm only on chapter 3 right now but I just love this Draco and his Oscar the Grouch house-slippers and his house-elf Timsy. The writing is so fresh and clever, I find myself smiling most of the time. Here's the summary, which I think gives you a flavor of the writing style I'm talking about:

When Auror Potter is anonymously cursed with silence by being forced to hide his own voice inside his mind, there's unfortunately only one person in the country with the qualifications to fix it: Certified and Licensed Healer Legilimens, Draco Malfoy, specialist in Mind Curses and Afflictions. It's obviously a terrible idea, a disaster waiting to happen, but Draco's never been able to back down from a challenge... especially from Potter. Features fuzzy cartoon slippers, devious house elves, 90s music, and lots—LOTS—of memories. Ron is annoyingly hot, Hermione sees right through you, Harry is a powerful idiot, and Draco is a reclusive masochist that would buy an entire city if it would make a kid happy. (And Pansy is "5'2, I wanna dance with you, and I'm sophisticated fun.")

Go read The Ordeal of Being Known on AO3.

Hit the Keep Reading!!!!!

Magical Elves:

The first person I want to highlight in this category is actually someone I've met in person at HP Cons and we've stayed in touch over the years in real life. *hugs darlin* You've probably seen @sassy-cissa's name as an author or maybe an email asking you about a fic for a fest but I'm betting most of you have no idea how much she's done for fandom for more than a decade and half, especially for Drarry fandom.

Let me list the ways in how awesome she is:

Current modding responsibilities:

25 Days of Draco and Harry (started in 2009) What 2009 ? Oh my! And do you know she reads each and every story posted for the fest and comments, too! HD Mpreg Fest – (started in 2011 – I've been modding since 2018) HD Fan Fair/Career Fair – co-modding since 2019)

Previous modding responsibilities:

Co-mod for H/D Erised from 2014 to 2018 Moderated the H/D Prophet from about 2016 to 2021

See that last one H/D Prophet. Take a look at the link just for a moment. Every Drarry WIP that was updated that week was listed, fests' status, drabble prompts, etc...Every single week. The prophet soon closed down after a few more months due to lack of participation (fandom had moved away from LJ).

Communities owned and/or Maintain:

On LJ: Slythindor100 and HarryDraco Mpreg On Tumblr: H/D Mpreg and Slythindor100

In addition, why yes there is more, Sassy writes, too, and beautifully! Sassy-Cissa (on AO3). Over 109 stories, mostly Drarry, some Hermione/Severus and a few Harry/Ginny...but as she put it....(but they usually end up divorced or Ginny dies). *snicker*

And she's on FanLore! And she also betas for some of the best.

So I know this is long but I just want folks to be aware of those working in the background, making our experience here in fandom enjoyable and filled with lovely content. They truly are magical elves. Sassy doesn't post much on Tumblr or on Discord but she does pop-in now and then. Next time you see her name, you'll now know who she is.

Tumblr Tidbit:

Did you know that you can edit the text below the Keep Reading line on your post and it will make the changes to all reblogs of your post. Edit above and sorry the reblogs will show the original. This comes in handy if you're making a Masterlist of works or something else that has lots of links or needs to be updated frequently.

Happy Tuesday and Sorry this was so late. My ancient computer decided to crash multiple times. Rom

#romaine2424 daily blog #June 2023 #Magical Elves

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tlhc!yoongi + 27 + 58 🤪

premise: “Please don't joke about these kind of things.” + "Why is everyone staring at us?" genre: tlhc!yoongi, angst || wc: 1.7K+ a/n: nary you're literally so fucked up for this LMFAOOO i saw this come in my inbox and literally gasped... tlhc!yoongi? in 2022? it's more likely than you think! (and also tlhc!jungkook lovers i am so sorry but also i am not hehehehe)

The sticky summer heat makes wearing a suit twice as hellish than it already is. Yoongi tugs at his collar fruitlessly, hoping for a scant amount of air conditioning to cool his overheated skin. He fidgets in his seat, not going unnoticed by the equally sweaty man beside him.

"Hyung, please stop fidgeting. The ceremony is about to start," Namjoon scolds, but it's hard to take him seriously when there are droplets of sweat running down his brow like a waterfall.

"Tell me again why on earth our friends decided to have their wedding at a fucking beach? During the worst heatwave of the century?" Yoongi hisses, running his damp handkerchief across his face. He is sure that he will look like he'd just taken a dive in the sea, suit and all, once the wedding photos get circulated around.

"Oh, you know how our beloved Taetae is. He's had this entire dream wedding planned since early November, and it's always easy to plan summer weddings when it's cold in the winter," Seokjin muses, pushing his expensive shades up his nose.

Yoongi notes in irritation that his hyung does not have a hair out of place, as per usual. The bastard never seems to look bad, not even under the sweltering heat of the devil's ass beating on their backs.

"Dream wedding or not, this shit sucks ass," Yoongi murmurs, pouting not unlike a child.

"Something tells me our little Yoonie is mad because he doesn't have his emotional support Y/N by his side," Seokjin coos condescendingly, squishing Yoongi's sweaty bread cheeks. "But don't worry, Yoongi-chi. You'll see your beloved Y/N walk down the aisle and you can jack off to the thought of seeing her in your own wedding when you get home tonight—"

Seokjin's words are cut off by a swift punch to the nuts, courtesy of Yoongi. Namjoon, his own beloved husband, does nothing to comfort him. Instead, he points to the doors, where a handsomely sunkissed Taehyung nervously makes his way to the front of the altar. "Look, Taehyung's here!"

Taehyung makes a stop a few aisles behind them, saying hello to a few acquaintances before making his way over to them. "Hey hyungs! Thanks for coming," Taehyung smiles brightly, reaching over to each of them to give them a hug. Despite the uncomfortable sensation of damp cheeks meeting neck, Taehyung is kind enough (or delusional enough) not to mention their haggard appearances.

"Of course, Taehyungie! Wouldn't miss it for the world," Seokjin grins back, slapping him amiably on the back. "I hope you aren't getting cold feet on your big day."

"Of course not! I've been waiting for this day my entire life," Taehyung says, sighing dreamily. "I still remember your wedding like it was yesterday. I was absolutely itching for my own day to come back then, so I almost can't believe it's finally here."

“As happy as I am for you, could you not have chosen a worse place to have a wedding? I mean, come on! I am literally swimming in my own bodily fluids right now,” Yoongi whines, trying but failing to sound like he’s just joking.

Lucky for him, his entire friend group is used to his little hissy fits. “Oh, don’t worry Yoongi! I’m sorry for taking Y/N away, but I need my best woman only for today. Y/N will be yours again by tomorrow and you’ll forget about being a sad lonely loser!” Taehyung says cheerily.

While Seokjin and Namjoon laugh in agreement, Yoongi splutters, indignant. “Why does everyone think I am unable to function as a human being unless Y/N is here?”

“Uh, because you don’t?” Namjoon says matter-of-factly.

Yoongi fumes, but doesn’t retort. Seokjin mimics the sound of a whip with his mouth, prompting another punch to the nuts courtesy of Yoongi.

“Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy the reception later. If you don’t like the food, blame Seokjin since he’s the one who helped choose the menu,” Taehyung says.

“I mostly did it because I refuse to eat McDonalds during a wedding, thank you very much,” Seokjin sniffs.

“What’s wrong with McDonalds? That’s where hubby and I met in the first place,” Taehyung argues, but he knows he’s fighting a losing game.

Seokjin huffs. “Fine, be that way. Just don’t come crying to me when you and your husband get the Mickey D Shitspalooza during your honeymoon.”

“Husband-to-be,” Yoongi corrects, just to be an asshole. When Yoongi apologizes later, he’ll say it was the heat making him an asshole and his friends will call his bullshit.

“Semantics! What’s the difference between 30 minutes and now, anyway?” Taehyung laughs, waving him off. “Anyway! Gotta get into position! I’ll see you guys later!”

The trio bid their good lucks and blessings before settling back into their seats. The buzz from the crowd slowly dies down as people start to get into place. From one of the side doors, Yoongi notices a swish of a pink skirt flutter just out of view.

Call it Y/N-sense or whatever, but Yoongi already knows that it’s you even before your full frazzled form makes an entrance, your perfectly manicured hands gripping the door with urgency. Yoongi immediately notices the furrow in your brow as you quietly beckoned Taehyung to come closer, whispering something into his ear.

“There’s something wrong,” Yoongi mutters, watching the two of you. Seokjin follows his gaze, his own shoulders hunching tensely.

Taehyung pulls away from you, an uncharacteristic scowl on his face. He shakes his head, pondering for a moment before shrugging his shoulders. His face morphs back into its former sunny self, but Yoongi can see the tinge of anxiety tugging at Taehyung’s lips.

Yoongi tries to grab your attention, and just like him, you also have a Yoongi-sense coded deep within you. Your eyes meet, and Yoongi can’t help but smile. It takes you a beat longer than usual to smile back, your eyes shifting uneasily towards the main door of the chapel.

He turns to look, and immediately understands the reason for your anxiety. “Oh,” he mutters lamely, his blood running cold.

Seokjin and Namjoon overhear him and turn to look as well. “Oh dear,” Seokjin gasps a little too loudly.

Yoongi lets out a deep, shuddering breath, the collar of his dress shirt feeling more and more like a noose.

“What’s the difference between 30 minutes and now?” Yoongi repeats Taehyung’s words, watching as a tall, young man make his way to their aisle of seats. Familiar doe eyes meet his, hesitance pouring out of the boy in waves. He offers up a smile, but Yoongi is too stunned to return one of his own.

“An ex,” Yoongi answers his own question, coming face to face with Jeon Jungkook.

“Hello, hyungs,” Jungkook greets politely, a tip-lipped smile on his face. “The usher told me that these seats were for close friends?”

There’s another question somewhere in there, Yoongi thinks. Are you a close friend, Jeon Jungkook?

“Of course, Jungkookie. Take the seat beside Yoongi-chi,” Namjoon snaps out of his stupor faster than the rest of them, scooting backward to let Jungkook pass through.

Jungkook nods meekly, fumbling his way until he’s seated arm-to-arm with Yoongi. The four of them sit in awkward silence, which worsens Yoongi’s fidgeting by tenfold.

Eventually, he breaks. “Well, this is going to be fun, huh?” Yoongi says, laughing awkwardly.

“Hyung, please don’t joke about these kinds of things,” Namjoon says through gritted teeth.

“I... I don’t intend to make a fuss,” Jungkook murmurs, eyes downcast. From the corner of his eye, Yoongi notes his hunched back, his clasped hands. For a split second, he sees a shy 18-year old freshman from a time since past.

The chapel is thrumming. Everyone has their eyes and ears on them, and it makes Yoongi want to claw at his skin until his nails meet bone and then some. He goes to stand, but Seokjin is quick enough to pull him down back to his seat. “Don’t even think about it,” Seokjin spit at him, his grip on his arm deathly.

The problem with guilt, Yoongi wants to tell him, is that I’ve never been good at dealing with it.

When he meets eyes with you, you nod in understanding. No one else in this room understands the need to run as much as you did. The muscles in his thighs ache as he restrains himself from bolting out of there as quickly as he can.

The problem is that he already knew this was bound to happen. Everyone in this chapel knew it was bound to happen, and some of them might have been excited. Nothing flows easier than gossip, and Yoongi knows that better than anyone else.

What no one knows, however, was that it was his fault that this happened in the first place.

“It’s not your fault,” you remind him. “It seldom is.” Endlessly, you will remind him of this.

But it is, he argues.

It is his fault that Jeon Jungkook isn’t walking down the aisle, and after all these years, forgiveness still does not come easy to Min Yoongi.

Guilt incarnate speaks before he can do anything. “I... Maybe this wasn’t a good idea,” Jungkook says, already stepping over their feet in his haste to get out

“No, Jungkookie—” Seokjin starts, but his words fall on deaf ears as Jungkook’s feet propel him out of the hall as fast as his long legs can take him. His footsteps sound loud in these hallowed halls, and it feels like they echo for eons inside Yoongi’s head.

From the altar, no one notices the way Taehyung has his arm outstretched, almost like he’s about to run after him. No one except for one pair of eyes, whose heart breaks at the sight.

“Taehyung,” you whisper, placing a gentle hand on his arm. He lowers it immediately, without a fight.

He swallows thickly. “I know.” He bows his head sadly.

The chatter returns, louder than ever. The eyes refuse to leave Yoongi and his friends, and eventually, Seokjin gets sick of it. “Why is everyone staring at us, huh? Got something to say?” he snaps angrily.

Ashamed, the guests all turn to the front, the polite silence returning with a vengeance. Yoongi almost wishes the noise had stayed, something to drown out the mess of thoughts running through his head.

“I fucking hate weddings,” Yoongi says to himself, quiet enough that no one will hear. When he closes his eyes, all he feels is the tightness of his collar, the trail of sweat running down his back, and the doe eyes of a boy he used to care about.

#yoongi scenarios #man does this make sense idk #it is 12 am i have work tomorrow LMAOOOO #get fucking shid on jungkook HAHAHHAHA #textau #t:unlisted #joonary #answered

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R Town | Ch.26

Namjoon x Daisy (FemOc)

word count: 3.8k

POV: Daisy

Warnings: Insecurities, Vaginal sex.

Index | Ch.27

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After living such a terrible life for such a long time, you would think that being introduced to an easier one would be a piece of cake. Well... it's not.

I've been prostituting myself since my parents died when I was sixteen. I had no family to look after me and ultimately ended up on the streets. Losing my virginity in the game and losing my soul a couple of times too. Sadly, getting a job at Felix's club was not the worst part of my life. At first, it was heaven on earth since I had a steady pay coming in. Wasn't the best, but better than what I was making on the streets. I also met M while working at Felix's club back in Washington. She quite literally saved me from her husband, but that's not a tail I wish to retell today.

After living that kind of life for so long, my point is that changing into a domestic role is challenging. Finding a job was a piece of cake, thanks to Namjoon. He's been my rock this entire time. He's even been helping me pay for my cosmetology classes. I try my best to pay for most of it now that I'm sweeping floors at the hair salon J-hope manages when I don't have school.

I can't cut hair without a license, and that's what always stopped me from trying to be a hairdresser in the first place. I've worked as a prostitute for so long, having sex and getting paid every night and sometimes until the morning. Going from that to attending school three times a week and having a 9-5 job isn't exactly a similar change.

Like today, I would already have 3 or 4 hundred dollars in my pocket at Lee club, but instead, I'm probably only at half of that because of taxes taking away my minimum wage salary. I try not to think of that while I sweep the hair of J-hope's latest client. His client was an older lady that works at the coffee shop down the street. I watched J-hope cut the women's hair like a master, and I longed to be the one that got her thanks in return when she was done. But I know it will be a long time until I get any praise for hair styling.

I sweep up the last of the woman's blondish-gray hair; then, I dump it in the trash bin. I look above me at the clock on the wall and sigh when I see my shift is almost over.

"Not very fulfilling, is it?"

I turn to the sound of J-hope's voice and see him sitting in one of the spinning chairs clients sit on. Unlike him, though, I'm not smiling. "No. Truthfully, it's really not."

J-hope laughs at my honest answer, which has me tilting my head in confusion. He then taps the armrest of the chair next to him, indicating he's asking me to sit with him. I place my broom on the wall to lean against it; then, I sigh again as I sit on the weirdly comfy plastic chair.

"I remember being like you once."

I raise an unbelieving eyebrow at him. "You remember quitting your job at sex and strip club to sweep floors?"

J-hope laughs at my response again, and I start to chuckle with him this time. Both J-hope and Suga know what my life was like before this. I felt the need to tell them once I met them since Namjoon asked them for a job for me. Namjoon is such a honest guy, and after leaving Lee club I wanted to be just as honest. They were both shocked that a "pretty girl like me" was living such a life. But just like Namjoon, they don't know my whole story.

"Wellllll, not exactly that, but I do remember my days of sweeping floors. This shop." J-hope raises his hands to gesture at the whole salon. "Actually used to be managed by my mother. Watching her cut hair made me what to be in her position so badly, but I also remember it took a while for me to be like her."

I now understand why J-hope is giving me this little backstory. I feel bad for acting like a downer now about the job. It's just so... different.

"At least you were set with a job because of your mom, and she could teach you. Besides the cosmo school, I'm self taught. I don't know if I'm ever going to be as good as you."

J-hope smiles at me, and it's weirdly comforting at that moment. He reaches out his hand, and I let him clasp his fingers in mine. "Not everything is easy. It takes time. You'll get the hang of it eventually. Then, who knows? Maybe you'll be having this conversation with one of your own hair sweepers one day."

I roll my eyes, but it's not at all sarcastic, especially when I feel my own smirk gracing my face. "When did you become so wise, J-hope?"

J-hope leans back in his chair and smirks. "Part of my many secret talents."

"Some of those secret talents only I can enjoy." We both look to the voice and see Suga is the one that just said those words. Him walking in from the front door with take-out in hand.

J-hope rolls his eyes at him. "Don't start the flirting now. I don't want Daisy running off because of your lewd suggestions."

Suga places the takeout, which looks like Tai food from the bag, on the table in the middle of the store. "My lewd suggestions? Your the one that suggested we should do it in the exact seat she's-"

"Shut up! Be quiet! No more!" I laugh when I see J-hope's face heat up in a beat red, but when I rethink Suga's unfinished words, I suddenly feel uncomfortable in my seat. "Ignore him, Daisy."

"She would never! I'm too funny to be ignored."

J-hope rolls his eyes again. "Try annoying."

Suga leans close to J-hope by holding himself up on the armrests of J-hope's chair. "And you love it."

J-hope's annoyed stare turns to one of admiration, and I feel my eyes soften when I look at the two men in love. "Yes," J-hope pecks Suga on the lips. "I do, but I'll love him even more if he gives me my Tai food."

Suga shakes his head and smiles, then does what his boyfriend asked of him. My last hour of work was eating Tai food with Suga and J-hope, and watching them play fight and flirt at the same time.

Watching this perfect couple in front of me reminds me of my own relationship with Namjoon. I find myself missing him a lot, even though we live together. I also find myself having insecurities because of him a lot too. Not that he's said or done anything, but seeing this perfect couple in front of me reminds me that I'm not the perfect girlfriend. I may "look perfect," but my life is far from it. I'm constantly worrying about being a good person like Namjoon, and worrying about how he thinks of me. Just trying hard not to fuck up, and ruin what he have.

Do you know how much pressure that is? Sure, I've been judged before. The type of lifestyle I was living has judgment in the job description, but I'm out of that life now. The last thing I want to do is disappoint the person I love most in this world.

But it's just so... hard!

Every day is a new challenge, and I've been lying through my teeth every time Namjoon asks me how my day was. I don't want him to feel bad if I say how it's really been going for me. That sweeping floors and going to school is no picnic, and I find myself wondering how much money I could have made if I stayed at Lee club.

Of course, J-hope has been making the job of sweeping floors much more favorable for me, and the thought of making Namjoon proud in the future if I graduate with my cosmetology license is a positive in itself, but why does it need to take so bloody long?

I try to repeat J-hope's words to me each time that thought crosses my mind, but even on the walk to my car, I'm feeling my emotions grow worse and worse. I even find myself looking at the Lee club on my drive home in longing.

Jesus... What the fuck is wrong with me?

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The only time I'm not struggling with my thoughts is when I'm with Namjoon. Right now, we're watching a movie, popcorn on my lap and my legs in his, while he's playing with my hair and my hand over his heart. Feeling his steady heartbeat under his hard chest makes me feel calm. Like all of my struggles I've been feeling throughout the day weren't even there to begin with.

Namjoon kisses my temple, and I smile at the contact. This is the place I always want to be at. Being cuddled by the man I love and him being a constant positive reminder of why I should want this type of life.

Although, my insecurities always come back when Namjoon asks, "How was your day?"

My smile falls, and I try to pick it back up before Namjoon notices. He notices, though, because his smile starts to fall, and he raises a pointed eyebrow. I try to deflect the situation by lying through my teeth like I do every day to this question, "Great! Amazing! Can't wait to do it again tomorrow."

I then let out a fake little giggle and look back at the tv. Hoping my lousy acting doesn't get caught by the inspiring actor next to me.

"Daisy?" I shut my eyes, not wanting to hear what he is about to say. "What's wrong? You just lied right there. Did something happen?"

I feel a tear come out of my eye, and I feel so pathetic because of it. I feel even more pathetic as more fall without my control. "I feel so stupid," I admit.

"Hey, hey, hey. What's wrong, Dais?" Namjoon tries comforting me by pulling me closer to him by my waist when he sees me crying. All the while, I'm wiping up the tears I wish would stop falling.

"I-I've been lying to you, Namjoon. Everyday has been so hard for me. I feel so stupid now crying, but it really has been. I w-want to tell you everyday about how amazing everything has been, truthfully, but I-it's hasn't been at all." I dive my face into his neck and cry onto his shoulder. I'm surprised not to feel radiating anger come from Namjoon since I've been lying to him, but I get kisses on my cheek and comforting hugs instead.

Further proving my point on how I don't deserve this perfect man.

I hear Namjoon sigh above me, but it was more because he felt at a loss. "I never expected it to be easy. I knew this would eventually happen, but you've been seeming so happy... I'm sorry I didn't notice sooner."

"There's no reason for you to apologize. It's just... I wanted it to be easy. Even when I told you I may fuck up, I was telling myself I wouldn't. That I would be perfect for you. But now look at me." I pick up my head from his shoulder and point at my face, which probably has mascara streaks going down it.

Namjoon wipes my tears, then holds my face in his hands. "You are perfect, Daisy." I shake my head. "Your perfect to me."

"N-no I'm not. I wonder everyday how much money I could be making a-at the club instead of sweeping floors. There's no cash flow with sweeping floors, and your already helping me out so much... I just wish there was a way I could repay you and be the person you deserve."

Namjoon's eyes widen, and I realize I said the words again. The words that put me down. He doesn't like when I put myself down, especially when I say I don't deserve him.

"Stop saying that. When are you going to get it through that beautiful blonde head of yours that I love you, and it's not about who deserves who." Namjoon moves us apart a little, so he can look me in the eyes while we continue this conversation. "I'm in love with you, Daisy. I know all your faults, and most of your past, but I still love you! We knew from the very beginning that it was going to be hard for you to adapt to this life, but I also knew another thing."

Namjoon clasps his hands in both of mine, and I glance down at them. "W-what is the other thing?"

"That I don't care. I don't care if it takes you a year, or five, or ten, fricken forever even for you to get back on your feet again. As long as I have you here." He kisses both of my palms. "I'm happy... D-do I still make you happy?"

It pains my heart to hear the stutter and desperation in Namjoon's tone of voice from his question. This has me pulling him closer to me until I'm wrapping my arms around his neck and straddling his thighs. "Of course, I'm happy with you, Namjoon! The only reason I'm here, trying to live this life, is for you."

I lean my forehead against his, and it makes me happy to hear Namjoon whisper between us, "Thank god."

I can always count on Namjoon to make the struggles worth it. Even if we have this conversation a million more times, it's good to know Namjoon is willing to have it with me. I know it will take a while to adapt to this ordinary life, but having Namjoon in my arms makes it all worth it, especially when our lips touch. Feeling Namjoon's soft lips press against mine has my toes curling.

It's never just kissing with Namjoon. The kisses are full of love and passion. He knows how to tell me without words how much he loves me.

I feel his hands go under my shirt and rub my back. The electricity radiating off his skin has me whimpering in his mouth and arching my back so my chest presses against his. Namjoon moans into my mouth at the contact, and I smile against his lips.

He slowly lowers me down on the couch without detaching our lips from each other. I moan into his mouth when I feel his want for me rub against my thigh through his sleep pants. Me wearing only shorts and a tank top, making the friction even higher for me.

My sweet Namjoon praises me against my lips, "Your so perfect, Daisy." Then he kisses me deeply one last time, then pulls our lips apart. "C-can we do it, baby? Please. I want to be inside of you so badly."

Namjoon always asks me this question before we have sex, but even after the many times we've already done it, my cheeks still heat up in a blush. I guess I'm just still not used to having sex with someone so caring, so it takes me a hesitant moment to reply. "Y-yes, Namjoon. Of course! I want you just as badly, baby."

Namjoon smiles down at me, then resumes kissing me in the passionate yet gentle way he always does. When our kissing gets more heated, and I'm pulling Namjoon so close to me it's surprising I haven't cracked his back, he finally starts to touch me. We've had sex many times since that first time over a month ago, and Namjoon still treats me like his precious doll. Something I've found to like a lot.

He slowly moves his hands from my back to the front of me, under my shirt. He cups my breasts in his hands, making me shut my eyes even tighter. When his thumbs rub over my hard nipples, I moan into his mouth again. This time, needier than before.

"Mmm, Namjoon. Please just get inside of me. You know I'm already wet for you." My dirty talk has Namjoon sputtering. I watch with a smile as he swallows thickly and then removes his hands from underneath my shirt.

"As long as your okay with it."

Which, I'm very much okay with it.

I strip off my tank top and enjoy watching Namjoon shyly gawk at me. His dimpled cheeks heat up, and I rub his one cheek with my thumb. I know what he wants to do to me, and because I'm the best girlfriend when it comes to sex, I pull his face towards my breast until I feel his lips attach to my nipple. I love how his tongue swirls around my nipple, and he sucks on the buds so gently, but nothing beats feeling his want for me harden even more against my thigh.

My Namjoon is definitely a boob man, and even though I want him inside of me so badly right now, I can't deny my baby what he wants when he looks at me with such shy lust filled eyes.

While Namjoon sucks and fondles my breasts, I remove my shorts, throw them to the side, and then lower his sleep pants with the heels of my feet. Namjoon detaches himself from my nipple with a gasp when his cock rubs against my very wet slit.

He knows I won't let him enter me until we're evenly matched in clothing. I'm just not into being the only one naked while the other person isn't, and I guess that has to do with my old life. The old life I had before I fell in love...

Namjoon, being the sexy man he is, takes off his shirt by putting his hand behind his back and removing his shirt by pulling it over his head. I'm biting my lip when I see my boyfriend fully undressed in front of me. I openly admire his beauty. Namjoon smirks as he watches me gawk at him and my fingers glide up his abs.

He then lowers himself back on top of me, and I'm wrapping my arms around his neck while locking my ankles behind his back before he even goes to align himself with my entrance. Namjoon places his hand on the couch's armrest, and I slowly feel him enter me.

When he bottoms out, I'm moaning at the feeling of being filled by him again. I press my ankles into his back, wanting him to go as deep as he possibly can. Namjoon screws his eyes shut because of it.

"God, Daisy... You always feel so amazing~."

Besides his words making my stomach tingle, he starts to pull himself in and out of me. The even pace feels so good, and I love to watch my boyfriend's face contort in multiple ways above me because of how good I'm making him feel. I pull Namjoon's face closer to mine with my arms still wrapped around his neck and kiss his soft lips.

The passionate kiss made Namjoon lose some of his control and thrust into me much faster. It gets to the point where I have to stop kissing him to whip my head back against the couch because he's making me feel so incredible. Touching me in the best places.

"Namjoon! Please, g-go faster!"

Namjoons kisses my forehead then starts thrusting into me so fast my head repeatedly hits the couch armrest. I don't care about the headache I may get from the constant bumping because I'll be cumming within minutes at this rate. I'm screaming out his name over and over again and ripping at his back with my nails.

Namjoon, the sweet man he always is, even during rough sex like this, picks my head up by the back of my neck until my face is buried in his shoulder. Keeping my head from hitting the couch. This just makes me hold onto him tighter and clench around his harder, him stretching my walls perfectly. I hear Namjoon grunt, and I know he's close when his thrusts begin to go slower but more profound.

"Daisy, I'm-..."

"Me too! Oh god, Namjoon!"

We both cum simultaneously, and even though this is the shortest part, it's also my favorite. Cumming together is so beautiful; every time we do it, a lone tear escapes my eye. And my eyes don't exclude today. Namjoon holds me against him so tightly that I'm surprised I'm not somehow a part of him. Although his dick pulsing inside of me would say different. I, on the other hand, am holding on to Namjoon with my arms and legs still wrapped around him. Like I'm almost being lifted in the air, but I know that's just my euphoric state getting to me.

When Namjoon and I are off our combining highs, I slowly let myself detach my arms and legs from him while he takes himself out of me. Namjoon doesn't go very far, though, because then he presses our foreheads together and kisses my nose while he tells me, "I love you so much, Daisy. Never forget that because this love will never go away."

Another tear escapes from my eye, but I let it streak down my face. I don't know how I ever gained such luck to have a person like Namjoon tell me he loves me, but I always tell him in return, "I'll never let you go again. I love you too damn much to ever be stupid like that again."

Namjoon chuckles at the memory I just brought up, and he kisses my lips in response to my repeated confession.

This right here, the love we share for each other, is why I'm okay with my daily struggles and insecurities. I'll probably always feel less than Namjoon, but that's only because he loves me so much and not because he degraded me in any way. It's because I love him so much, and my feelings are because of that fact.

This man right here, this beautiful, blue-haired man above me, is the reason I wake up every day. I wake up every day with the brightest smile. Even if I know it's going to be a day hard for minse to push through, I still smile because I know I'll be waking up next to him.

Namjoon makes the struggles worth it, and I'll try my best every day to make sure he knows how much he means to me. He's my whole heart, so I have a lot of love to show and give him. -

Ch.27

#r town #chapter 26 #r town chapter 26 #kim namjoon #RM #rm bts #Namjoon bts #namjoon kim #namjoon x femoc #Namjoon x daisy #bts #euphroia #bts smut #insecurities #bts x euphoria #bts fan fiction

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19, 27, 33, and 38 for the writing asks💜💜

Aaaaaaaaaa I love you!! 💙💙

19. Tell me a story about your writing journey. When did you start? Why did you start? Were there bumps along the way? Where are you now and where are you going?

I remember (and still have, somewhere) the first original story I ever wrote. I believe I was seven years old, and in the JANKIEST handwriting possible I wrote a couple pages of a story titled "The Alley Cat". It was about a Siamese kitten getting lost in the woods and meeting a lot of woodland creatures, including the Queen of the Field Mice. 😂

I think I started writing because, like a lot of writers, I didn't feel like I could stop myself from writing. It just felt as natural as breathing, to want to write. I've always had a very active imagination and a rich inner life (can you tell I'm an introvert lol), and I had to express it somehow or I'd go crazy. And that's still true today. While I do often experience long bouts of writer's block due to burnout/exhaustion, it's still something that's very integral to me, and probably always will be.

I have several original projects that I work on regularly and hope to publish one day, but currently I'm having the time of my life just writing Lockwood & Co. fanfiction. I haven't felt this inspired in a long time and it's given me something to look forward to every single day.

27. Who is the most stressful character you've ever written? Why?

Honestly I was SUPER stressed out writing my first Locklyle fic, You Don't Have To Do That, from Lucy's point of view. I had only read part of the first l&co book at that point and was very worried I wouldn't do her justice. Looking back on that fic now after having read all the books, I do think I could have made her a lot more "Lucy" than how I wrote her. But a lot of people seemed to like that fic, so I don't beat myself up about it. The difference between that fic and Adrenaline Rush is fun for me to look back on because I'm much more familiar with her inner voice in Adrenaline Rush.

33. Do you practice any other art besides writing? Does that art ever tie into your writing, or is it entirely separate?

I draw, occasionally! Though I'm hoping to start doing it more regularly. I would love to be able to draw characters from my head and illustrate my own works for fun. That's the current art goal!

I also embroider a lot, but that doesn't tie into my writing. I just like customizing my clothes.

38. What is something about your writing process YOU think is Really Weird? If you are comfortable, please share.

I don't do this now, but back when I used to use Google Docs for all of my writing instead of Word, I would color code all of my documents and change the page color of all my favorite ones to a specific shade of dark teal. I think I was probably just hankering for some kind of dark mode (why the heck does Docs not have that built in??).

Also . . . on a couple occasions, I have been known to create my characters in The Sims 4 and make them live together to watch them interact and get inspiration from what they do (who knew Destry and Ophelia would enjoy cooking together?? Not me!). It's DEEPLY fun.

Thank you for this super fun ask!!! 💙💙💙

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Channeled Angelic Wisdom of the Jewels of Truth Series on Indirect Generosity & Gracious Receiving

Hello All,

I hope life finds each of you better than just ok. As the very first quarter of this year 2023 concludes on each of us. May it be not just another day to have survived together, but an opportunity of self-reflection to cherish what we adore the most in this very fragile world. Whether this is family, friends, mission as one's sacred duty, or some other aspect of the human condition realized upon this earth.

Now is the moment just "To Be" present, even for a few contemplative seconds. Without falling head over heels for your smartphone device as if down the rabbit hole in Alice in Wonderland. Those of you my readers are nuanced spiritual enthusiasts seeking greater self-mastery outside religious institutional norms. My lifes work so far has been channeling the Heavenly Host be they the angels, ancestors, lesser blessed deities, and even the heaven of earth faeries for instance. Via inspirational automatic writing otherwise known as psychography is a psychic technique of taking dictation of another spiritual entity using me as the sacred vessel.

I have written for 27 plus years now over 4,100 statements in a discourse with the heavenly host usually angels via short-form eclectic topics, not entire chapters. With 3 volumes of the "Jewels of Truth" series in print as paperback and ebook and Kindle formats, even in Barnes & Nobles Nook. Each volume has 365 unique topics in an A-Z alphabetical format so 1,095 statements in book form and another 1,400 + here in Blog form freely available at Atrayo's Oracle. These aren't compilations of quotations from other authors across history but original devotional texts regardless of religious, spiritual, and secular humanist wisdom-based tradition for the dedicated seeker within.

Today's topics are two-fold on the identical theme of receiving generosity. One is a nuanced metaphysical constant seldom envisioned but very much present and the other is the sacred act of receiving as a humble and grateful experience all the same. May you the reader come away inspired at most if not otherwise expanded as to the possibilities of grace upon this wonderous world the Earth. Amen.

Indirect Generosity:

3169) For those that have merit but are difficult with exceptions upon themselves. Having become psychologically barred from receiving their highest good that is due them earnestly. In this order of magnitude or of any other precedent kind as fully hearted people which are otherwise spiritually and morally open to receive on their behalf as gracious surrogates instead.

This order of expression of divinity is infrequently called upon, however, it does occur in a very beautiful gobsmack totality of inner compassionate divine being. A witness that is ready to inspire as a wholesome intercessor a co-joined partner with the Holy Spirit of God upon the world by mutual goodwill on earth.

Many people and creatures on earth are unfortunately afflicted with low self-esteem and self-worth, if not foolishly have denied their solemn divinity altogether. What humanity often refers to as bad luck on occasion becomes synonymous with a denial of everlasting grace. Here is when events begin to transpire that hurdle backward barriers to be redistributed as on-the-fly channeled expressions of possibility instead.

Consider it a Heavenly Angelic or Holy Spirit "Can Do Attitude" to move heaven and earth to make a gift a reality come into a fuller realization of alignments of grace and/or miracles. Where the appearances of momentum seem almost nonexistent and even downright inept from occurring. Where there is unconditional love there is a blessed way for God to move mountains logistically. All have blessed merit that achieves the tenacity to overcome by faith that doesn't give up along the way.

However, not everyone has that superior mindset much less the gravity of heartfelt compassion fully articulated in this world. The potential is there in theory, but the practice is where the rubber hits the road, by faith in actions unseen by the world. The typically downtrodden for all their intents and purposes suffer more than most whether by circumstances within or outside their control.

Here is the beauty and holy wonder of divine intelligence to realize the burdened cross or troubles people carry upon their lives collectively. To align surrogate receivers as potential stewards and/or trustees of faith to aid in the selfless handover for the philanthropic good of all others. To share mindfully and heartfelt in the glory of God as the share of custody come full circle whether intuitively or by coincidental chances to make a positive difference upon the world.

These esteemed individuals whether revealed in situ or nameless are a mutual community of caregivers not necessarily volunteers, but all the same, have their divinity sparkling upon the world. Many will be equally shocked by the role they have played from the outset when all come to the final conclusion of the exchange of graces involved. A pleasantry and a cherished marvel by the giver and receiver in question as to the "Wows".

This is how nominal and uncommon goodness can cascade indirectly by a series of haphazard orchestrations by the novice onlooker. When manifestations of grace become entangled with temporal reality with an outlet of awkwardly distributed wonders does occur. God's Will always finds a way to lovingly bless all those that truly are deserving of Heaven on Earth.

Even when the original recipients have shut out themselves by denials of beliefs and other negative nonsequiturs. A dysfunctional mind and heart like no other not only psychologically but also a lack of divine inspiration. Becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy of undo hardships that can be avoided with self-restraint and discipline of the Inner Being truly. Here is when machinations as a framework of inner critical self-talk work against not only your psyche and biological health but also your temporal divinity on earth.

Fear Not, all are worthy to receive grace even the scoundrel that is open to contrition and seeks redemption by means of mercy. Many do receive great tidings regardless of merit just by the sheer prosperous nature of an abundant universe overall.

What is delayed and otherwise denied in this world for oneself temporarily and/or permanently has a genuine reason why karmically speaking. You the willing divine being must surmount your obstacles with genuine goodwill either alone or with trusted fellows. Many do overcome, just that the arch of justice can be slow and a saint's patience is required usually. Multi-generational injustices notwithstanding, many wonders are available for the pertinent heart willing to jump the hoops of faith to find them.

Not just find them in the human world, but within God(dess) itself in the Holy Divine Heavenly Spirit on Earth as it is in Paradise. Surrendering of the chaotic ego in question is also key in order to cultivating longsuffering aka a spirit of gracious gratitude, even if you must count the crumbs of blessings left behind by clods and fools alike. Not all goodness is meant for everyone equally. Some are meant for more, some other much less, but just enough to be dignified and somewhat happy. Grace always finds its way back to the giver of Life through those that have forgiveness for the failures of others. This is the balance of the ancient's reborn life after divine lives upon the hereafter. Amen. ---Ivan Pozo-Illas / Atrayo.

Gracious Receiving:

3170) To all that receive with plenty then be gracious indeed in all that you are well disposed to and will be in this world to come. In order to receive wholesome wellness in a very beautiful inner manner of a sacred form of thanksgiving of the treasures of health and bounty of this world in question. Is to live by a demeanor like no other act of excess giving as by the generosity that is joy-filled in the sharing of all that is gracious.

The devoted heart here lays supreme with a rationale of why's seeking the veracity of self-importance. It affords the giver to abide and appreciate that their offerings are valued overall with merit. Even when the giving is to one or countless recipients which are impersonal whereupon human nature objects. To receive in order to open up with self-respect can clarify a well-meaning person that is full of positive character instead of an insincere or otherwise ungrateful hypocritical person.

By receiving one's metaphoric daily bread of the humane candidate becomes the bearer of good tidings truly. A sanctity of grace well received into this chaotic world by divine means displays what is possible far beyond mere fairness and ordinary gratitude of pleasantries. A metaphysical opening is well afforded to the faithful to spiritually enjoin with wonders beyond their ordinary sphere of common worldly interactions of this earthen dimensional reality.

What is Holy has no pretensions as to its final and continuing roles regardless if the recipients believe or not in its right to exist in an absolutely ancient universe. A mutual state of permissible allowing ushers forth one's good to flow naturally through a litany of common, uncommon, and other extraordinary means whichever has greater significance upon their karma in the world.

Welcoming the divine into your sacred divine hearts regardless of personally selected religion, spiritual tradition, or secular philosophical ideology. Affords each of you inherit rights to not only exist but for supremacy of your greater destinies in the world. To live the arch of your lives in unison with forces and social movements that at times are diametrically opposed to you being alive is a wonder of God alone.

When honesty is stripped away then happiness becomes that much harder to be insured for those recipients worth their pound of salt in the world. The Sacred Heart is a Soul Family of spiritual godly entities strewn across several enlightened and unenlightened burgeoning growing heavens times infinity.

Please do not discredit a gift of God freely given to you by self-doubt and other hellish recriminations of negativity by critical self-talk. Hold onto your grace even by sheer grit if necessary. Be the rightful steward not as your brethren or sisterly enslaver but as a gracious custodian for a communal good that is shared freely without conditions or pretexts.

Do not be stressed or worrisome when you are to receive something of greater goodwill. Take it upon yourself with honors with a blessed trust that your personal due diligence is well deserving especially when duties are involved. In order to receive many faithful actions often anonymous to the recipient(s) are offered without expectations in return. This is magnificent generosity in question and an act of God(dess) no matter how it is finally devised and shared with love overall. Amen. ---Ivan Pozo-Illas / Atrayo.

The Universe buries strange jewels deep within us all and then stands back to see if we can find them. ---Elizabeth Gilbert.

Peace is an invitation in daily life to breathe deep, right here, in the uncertainty. ---Morgan Harper Nichols.

Love recognizes no barriers. It jumps hurdles, leaps fences, penetrates walls to arrive at its destination full of hope. ---Maya Angelou.

Ivan "Atrayo" Pozo-Illas, has devoted 27 plus years of his life to the pursuit of clairaudient Inspired automatic writing channeling the Angelic Heavenly host. Ivan is the author of the spiritual wisdom series "Jewels of Truth" consisting of 3 volumes published to date. He also channels conceptual designs that are multi-faceted for the next society to come that are solutions based as a form of dharmic service. Numerous examples of his work are available at "Atrayo's Oracle" blog site of 17 years plus online. You're welcome to visit his website "Jewelsoftruth.us" for further information or to contact Atrayo directly.

#Jewels of Truth #Atrayo's Oracle #Ivan Pozo-Illas #Spirituality #Psychic #Automatic Writing #Divine Channel #Metaphysics #Angels #God #Indirect Generosity #Gracious Receiving

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whatdoesshedotothem · 1 year

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Friday 27 December 1833

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fine morning F42° at 10 ¾ a.m. - downstairs at 11 5 – soon began breakfast – even IN- did not come till 11 ½ - Letter 2 pages from Miss Walker who arrived at Huddersfield on Tuesday night, but was too sick at heart to go home till the next day (Christmas day) when she called at Shibden and wrote the 2nd page of her letter and left it with my aunt to direct and send off - ‘Whilst you are in England I hope you will consider my little cottage as your own - I have plenty of accommodation for your servants, and 2 rooms entirely at your own disposal, to keep your own house [hours] and do exactly as you like - and as long as I have a cottage or a room, the half will be for you’ – She had near passed thro’ York on her return and would have consulted Dr. Belcombe but could not without telling her uncle Atkinson, who was with her - would like to meet me in York on my return and go to Dr. B- ‘with the full intention of following his advice to the very letter’ - Poor girl! I fear she is not much better - came to my room at 2 ½ and wrote 2 pages in answer and sent them off by Thomas to ‘Miss Walker, Lidgate, near Halifax’ - ‘Langton Hall - near Malton Friday 27 December 1833. I am surprised and glad to find you once more at Lidgate - I see from the style of your letter, that you are, at any rate, not less well than when I saw you last – that gives me great hope - Cheer up - you are quite sure I will do anything in the world I can for you, and, if you have at last courage to follow my advice, I am sanguine about your being restored to that which can alone make life enjoyable, sound health - again and again all I ask of you is, to cheer up – Thank you for your so kind offer of house-room - I shall see you as soon as I can - It was the so indifferent state off my aunt’s health that caused my return to England - Get over to Shibden again, not earlier than one or later than two in the day, if you can, and give my love to my aunt, and tell her I have sent you to sit with her ten minutes and to say that I shall write to her again in a few days - it will be better for you not to think of meeting me in York - I will see you 1st , and then plan for you as may seem best - Depend upon it, I can manage for you very nicely - Keep up your spirits as well as you possibly can - you are very good about the rooms - but you know I am not very clever about keeping house - I will write to you again, as soon as I have fixed the day for leaving here (which will probably be about a week hence) and then if you will have 2 beds for me, I will return by Birstall, see how you are and settle what you do - write to me again, immediately on your receipt of this letter - Direct to me Mrs Norcliffe, Langton Hall, Malton - Give my love to your aunt and my own, and believe me, affectionately and faithfully yours AL.’ I read her letter wrong - it was ‘keep your own hours’ not keep house - vide line 2 of this page - Poor girl! how extraordinary my return and hers too so close and unexpected on each other! wrote out Tuesday Wednesday Thursday and so far of today till 4 ¾ - then dressed – dinner at 5 – coffee tea – talk - Mrs. N- gave plan of the localities of the old Roman antiquities in this neighbourhood and said she would keep Eugenie for me with pleasure for a while till I had got a place to put her in at Shibden – In the course of yesterday and today till now 12 ¼ tonight (came to my room at 11 ½) read the first 78pp. of vol. 2 Captain Alexanders’ ‘Transatlantic sketches’ Captain J.E.A- 42nd Royal Highlanders. London 1833. – finish day – F42° now at 12 20 tonight

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queenofdawson · 1 year

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I posted 155 times in 2022

That's 155 more posts than 2021!

13 posts created (8%)

142 posts reblogged (92%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@pick-and-shovel-laborer

@trencri

@leaderintitleonly

@sisipck

@gcldbound

I tagged 148 of my posts in 2022

Only 5% of my posts had no tags

#goldie o'gilt - 82 posts

#scrooge and goldie - 39 posts

#scroldie - 34 posts

#scrooge mcduck - 33 posts

#the king of the klondike- scrooge ❤️ - 31 posts

#;queenofdawson - 30 posts

#queenofdawson - 29 posts

#rp meme - 16 posts

#classic goldie: comics - 14 posts

#rp memes - 14 posts

Longest Tag: 94 characters

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My Top Posts in 2022:

Hello Internet! Goldie O Gilt here! Apparently all the cool cats are online these days, so I’m giving it a shot! And of course, to shamelessly flirt with Scrooge! So send a gal your questions, I’m here all night folks!

{Hi Mun here! So this will be a Goldie ask/RP blog. Mostly Scroldie but I am willing to multiship/multimuse, it’s all different universes though! You have your choice between classic Goldie (a mixture of 87 and Comics Goldie, with a hint of canon divergence for the kick of it) or 17 Goldie! Say Classic or Blondie to have the difference or it will be random, unless previously requested! May go semi NSFW but we’ll see!}

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"Goldie, C---n't trust ---- mine ---gin. ------ away. Don't ---- ----ck. ----ve ----n. - Doc" It's covered in dirt and the words are smudged. (Upsetting Anon)

Goldie stood there in shock before struggling to try to get the mud off. It was a fruitless effort, however, she got the idea. Doc was breaking up with her.

Originally, she was hoping it was some kind of message to stay away from the mines, but she supposed they just weren’t meant to be. Doc was a kind and generous man who deserved the world but never took more than he needed. She was an infamous miner who once stole from the Richest Duck in the world. Story of her life, it was fine.

The old woman then took a deep breath before going back inside, putting the paper on her table to let it dry. In a desperate last stand to hopefully hear words that she was wrong about, she left Doc a message on his phone about the letter and what had happened, sent a same day letter inquiring if he was breaking up with her or what his message was (probably a break up, she thought to herself).

Once the hen had finished all that, she simply walked to her room and fell onto her bed, finally bursting into tears on her pillows. She knew no one could ever love her, but for once she got her hopes up! Guess a golden girl like me isn’t meant for love, she thought to herself as she drifted into a fitful slumber.

( @leaderintitleonly, don’t shoot me! Shoot the anon!)

5 notes - Posted August 29, 2022

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Comics Goldie:

50 Inch Flat Screen,

White Sofa,

36 Inch Flat Screen.

87:

12 Gauge Shotgun Slugs,

Paper,

Pens.

17:

New Lingerie,

Ticket to Duckburg,

Map for Treasure in Barcelona.

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Goldie...is that you?

Play dumb! “Who’s Goldie?” Not that dumb!

As much as she wanted to admit who she was to Scrooge, this entire situation sucked enough as it was. She didn’t want to drag him of all people into her problems. Hopefully, he’d buy her terrible excuse for a lie (darn child being bad after the loss of adult lying techniques! They just don’t work the same!)

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My #1 post of 2022

This is a regulatory scheduled message from your favorite Goldie Network, from Silver (Comics Goldie) and Glitter (87 Goldie)!

“What’s with all the racquet?! Geez, it sounds like an avalanche out there today?”

{And of course Blondie (17 Goldie) is merely taking advantage of the chaos everywhere to steal some awesome treasure. You do you Blondie!}

7 notes - Posted June 27, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review

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endless-season · 2 years

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Lucien’s Weibo Posts (2021)

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2021-1-1

Human memories gradually build up and require markers to organise them into segments. Here’s hoping the New Year will create even more new and happy memories.

2021-1-10

A quiet environment better encourages people to reflect.

2021-1-15

If one can both enjoy something magnificent as well as share it with someone else at the same time, that is the peak of happiness.

2021-1-22

“I spend so much time alone that silence has become a habit”. Perhaps silence is when you converse with your own heart.

T/N: Quoting ‘West with the Night’ by Beryl Markham

2021-1-29

Silent conversation

2021-2-5

What one looks like to others is a question for others to answer, there is no need to blindly guess on their behalf.

2021-2-11 (Chinese New Year)

Wishing you a Happy Year of the Ox.

2021-2-14 (Valentine’s Day SP Event)

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2021-2-23

My jacket experienced the temperatures of two seasons today.

2021-2-27

Beautiful details are captivating even on film.

2021-3-7

Sharing a picture

2021-3-16

Why placebo candies can still have real positive effects on mood after being eaten could perhaps be attributed to the brain receiving these cues to release joy.

2021-3-20

Spring goes well with fireworks.

2021-3-26

Cherry blossom latte is alright but the flavour is a bit strange.

2021-4-1 (April Fools)

Only smart people can see this post, happy holiday.

2021-4-8

Fragrant scent of every spring

T/N: Quoting ‘Wisteria’ by Lao She

2021-4-16

A fated store

2021-4-24

It is because of the existence of uncertainty that the confusion before reaching the truth can give rise to surprising possibilities.

2021-4-28

Sharing a picture

2021-5-1 (Labour Day holiday)

It’s the perfect time for a trip. It would be a shame to miss out.

2021-5-13

Powerful influence.

2021-5-23

People like to read tragedies alone but read comedies with others. Experiencing pain alone but willing to share happiness, it seems people are naturally community orientated.

2021-5-26

“Moss always points to civilisation”

Video translation:

It’s been a while since I’ve visited the aquarium. Last time was… *smiles* Looking at the ocean inexplicitly makes one feel lonely - maybe it’s because it’s so vast. I wonder what you, the ones who’ve lived their entire lives within the aquarium glass, think of this? *chuckle* Looks like I still don’t have that kind of empathic special ability. But who knows what the future holds. After all, “Moss always leads to civilisation” and with the progress of civilisation comes deterioration and growth. So I guess we’ll wait a bit and see.

T/N: It really is Spongebob…

2021-6-1 (Children’s Day)

On Children’s Day, it seems all sorts of happiness will be influenced by the atmosphere to become a pure and simple feeling.

2021-6-11

The wrinkles on old books are like scars left by battling through wind and rain, touching them brings a special sense of preciousness.

2021-6-20 (Father’s Day)

Blooming season

2021-6-29

Across different eras, people have assigned blessings and well wishes to particular objects. Perhaps this is because tangible things are more convincing than intangible things.

2021-7-6

Light and dark interweave under uniform viewfinders.

T/N: A National Geographic exhibition apparently!

2021-7-12

The phototropism of plants can sometimes create interesting scenery.

2021-7-20 (Oracle event)

Perhaps to deep seas or perhaps to the shallows

2021-7-31

To record their own existence, people piece together photos to create a world completely formed from ‘the past’.

2021-8-7

Accidentally found some photos I took a few months ago. It’s as if spring has arrived twice.

T/N: He initially forgot to write a caption lol

2021-8-14 (Qixi Festival)

Perhaps as your inner expectations increase, the probability of getting the outcome you want also increases.

2021-8-23

Space-time theories are being used to deconstruct antidrama techniques. In certain ways it’s like trying to find order within chaos, and perhaps that truly is the case for many people’s lives.

2021-8-31

Sharing a picture

2021-9-7

Perhaps in every era there will always be a subset of people who miss the charm of the past.

T/N: Image from ‘La Ronde’

2021-9-12

Besides the standard date, people will also use temperature, the colour of leaves, the harvest etc to determine when autumn has arrived. Thus, in the same space, there can exist numerous points of time at which autumn has begun.

2021-9-21 (Mid-Autumn Festival)

No matter where you admire the moon from, it will still invoke the strong sense of longing.

2021-9-25

It’s a good time to share tea.

2021-10-5

It’s like swimming through a painting

T/N: Summer palace collab event

2021-10-18

Poetry is an emotion as well as an artistic form. People love poems, perhaps because life itself is like writing a poem.

2021-10-23 (Pre Halloween Event)

A boundary separating vitality

2021-10-31 (Halloween)

It’s the children’s turn to tell scary stories, if I’d known earlier, I should’ve pretended to be scared.

2021-11-6

Happened to see a flock of clouds migrating.

2021-11-15 (Lucien bday!)

Perhaps the camera lens is not only captured by the clear sky but also the surrounding scenery.

Xia Lei also commented on this post:

T/N: “-ge” (lit. brother) is a polite way to refer to older guys.

2021-11-26

When appreciating art, people will tend to project a part of them onto it to understand it and unconsciously see themselves reflected.

2021-12-4 (Near Fourth Anniversary!)

Throughout the seasons, it seems as soon as we arrive in one, we start to look forward to the next.

2021-12-17

Perhaps after life withers, it continues to exist in some other form.

2021-12-24 (Christmas Eve)

Sharing a picture

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#mlqc #mlqc lucien #stuff i post #temporary terrible translations tag #i had like.... the first half of this done last week....#and then....#proceeded to schrondingers die for the following week #do i have a fever?? who knows!!#*throws self into shower*#xialei house visit still best post lol #next house visit when *-*#speaking of which NEXT CHAPTER UPDATE SOON !!!!!!!#i think the next R&S is likely gonna be bts of chapter 24????#tanoshimi...

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25 May

The detective caught me on my way into the kitchen for breakfast this morning. “Have a swift bite if you must, but we have little time to waste. Have a little faith, Doctor; as I said yesterday, it does not do to presume, and I have good reason to believe that the ill-fated bride is not beyond helping just yet. If we do not delay, we may just be able to effect a miraculous rescue.”

What could I do but follow him out the door?

I’m not very familiar with London, but it feels like we crossed half the city by bus today. When I was a boy, my parents brought me into town sometimes for a special occasion to go to the museums or we’d have dinner and see a show, and a couple times John and I dragged the whole team up for a march or something. Today, I was just lucky the detective knew where we were going because even when I was at Barts, I never really knew my way around the city.

It probably wasn’t really that far, but it was hard to tell. Our destination was one door in a sprawling neighbourhood of rows of identical, white-washed flats with ostentatious columns around the entrance ways.

The detective knocked and a young man answered it. He looked to be approximately 26 or 27 years of age, suffering from acute stress and appeared to have a co-contaminant headache, but otherwise in good health.

The detective greeted him with a smooth, almost soothing tone, “My sincerest apologies for all you have suffered at the hands of those incompetent bunglers. You will be pleased to hear that I come bearing good news; your bride is alive and I have come to offer up my services in locating her.”

The man tensed and for a moment I wondered if he was going to become aggressively agitated, but he only demanded, “Who are you? What do you want with me?”

“I am a consulting detective, it is my business to know what others do not. You know as well as I that they will not find your bride’s body in the Serpentine. If you would be so kind as to oblige a few questions, we may be able to locate her before the day is out.”

“I’ve told everything I know to the police—I don’t know what happened to her, and I’m not paying anyone anything! Now, get out of here before I call the police!”

He slammed the door closed in our faces. The bang sent a jolt down my spine.

“Very suggestive, was it not, Doctor?” The detective appeared as unfazed as ever. “What do you make of it?”

I had no answer as I followed the detective back to the sidewalk.

“I would not think too harshly of the man; for all of his bullishness, he does not have the makings of a murderer, and besides, you mustn’t forget, this is no case of murder.”

He said no more as we caught a bus to our next destination.

We stopped at one in a row of old, brick townhouses. A middle-aged man answered the door before the detective even had a chance to knock. He was also suffering from acute stress and had some typical indications of osteoarthritis but otherwise seemed to be healthy and well nourished.

The man’s face fell at the sight of the detective and me.

“No, we are not connected to the official force,” the detective said. “I fear they are not going to be of much use in finding your daughter, but if you will answer a few questions for me, I believe we may be of assistance. May we come in?”

“What do you mean?” demanded a woman—also middle aged, in good health except for possibly untreated presbyopia—who had followed the man to the door. “What do you know about our daughter?”

“My apologies,” the detective said with a shallow bow, “I haven’t introduced myself properly. I am a consulting detective, if you will, and this is my assistant. We fill in the gaps when the police are at a loss, as in the case of your missing daughter. I have reason to believe that she is alive, and with your help, we may be able to find her and return her to you.”

“What sort of help? Ransom?”

“No, no, nothing of the sort. My involvement in this case is entirely pro bono; my work is its own reward. I was merely hoping that you might be able to furnish me with some essential information, and then I believe I will be able to find your daughter.”

“What sort of information?” the father of the missing bride asked with some trepidation.

“Nothing so personal, merely whether there are any dear friends of hers who she trusts implicitly or who may not feel so kindly about her fiancé. Someone who was not invited to the wedding, perhaps?”

The bride’s mother manoeuvred between us and her husband. “I don’t know whether you’re working for a paper or what you’re really after, but I’m sorry; we have nothing to tell you. The police are already doing everything that can be done.”

“They are wasting their time and resources dragging the Serpentine when your daughter is almost certainly alive!”

However, they refused to hear any more, and we were sent on our way again.

“Those damnable fools!” the detective muttered as he stalked back to the bus stop.

He was in a foul mood most of the way back to the flat, but as we stepped back inside, he declared, “If they will not aid me in my investigation, then I simply must rely on my own resources. Forgive me if I do not say a word or acknowledge your presence for the next hour.”

Then he opened his computer and began typing furiously, and I went into the kitchen to get myself some lunch. I’m back up in my room now. Last I saw, he was still at it. Maybe I’ll lie down and get some rest before we go out again. I didn’t sleep well last night, and I’ve gotten so used to idling that I can hardly do anything when it matters.

#journaling #London #flatmates #he's even got me playing detective too

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frogwithsocks · 4 months

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harry is 30 now.

It's Harry's birthday and I couldn't stop talking about this day that I've been celebrating since 2012 by following him. It's kind of complicated to be able to put into words all the feelings I have about Harry, it's been a lifetime of following him, from the end of 2011 to the present day and for the rest of our lives, I grew up with him and followed him, even from afar, in every step, and even though he didn't know it, he also accompanied me in every step of my life.

with each passing day I am more and more proud of the human being he is and all his achievements. It seems kind of silly to explain this to people who have lived through moments of fandom or who aren't fans of things so intensely, because these people wouldn't understand how special and great this relationship is of following an artist that you love very much and watching him grow and conquer. and live your life through the years. I started following Harry when he was just 17/18 years old and I was 13/14 years old, we were just babies and growing up with him was one of the best experiences of my life, how gratifying it is to see someone I've followed for so long managing to achieve your goals, follow paths, grow, do new things, a lot has changed and a lot has matured, on both sides, at both distances. It's crazy that I'm still this person here who still follows the same Harry from years and years ago when I was just a teenager.

in 2014 I saw him in person for the first time, at the one direction show on May 10, 2014, it was surreal, I had never been so euphoric in my entire life and it was a dream come true, when I thought I would make it see someone I follow so closely. In 2018, another opportunity, I went to Harry's show on May 27, 2018 and I was so close and saw him so close again that it was also a surreal experience, seeing him for the second time. and then 2022 arrived and I had another opportunity to see him, in December, twice, on the 6th and 10th of December 2022. on the 6th of December was literally a moment that until now if I didn't have proof that this it really happened I would have completely thought that I had made it up in my head because it seems like a dream it seems like something so far away and it is something so far away and at the moment it happened it felt like my heart was going to come out of my mouth, Harry, in sign of the times, stopped in front of me to sing and waved at me and asked "are you okay?" I genuinely have no idea what I responded, but I cried, I cried, and I still cry about it to this day, when my 2011 self would imagine that my 2022 self would see Harry so closely and be able to have minimal interaction with him. , someone I've followed for so many years and I've seen every step he takes.

Harry gave me the opportunity to make friends, meet places and stay in his life, even without him knowing, but I'm so happy to see every update from him and every little thing he achieves. I'm happy to still follow him today and I'll never stop doing so, he makes me happy and brings me many incredible things. and I hope that soon I will have other opportunities to see him again, maybe one day I will hug him, it is my biggest dream.

I love you Harry, with all my heart. Happy birthday, 30 is a great age, I'm closer than far from turning 30 too… we're getting old and trying to live our lives. Thank you for everything and more.

I needed to write this for myself, I don't expect anyone to read it, but I would like to put it on record.

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voodoopussy · 5 months

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01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents? My beautiful mother yes. My dad.. sadly, no.

02: Who did you last say “I love you” to? My boyfriend 💙

03: Do you regret anything? Things I never said to certain people.

04: Are you insecure? Some days, yes. Some days, no.

05: What is your relationship status? Happily taken 💐

06: How do you want to die? I don’t, i’m terrified to die.

07: What did you last eat? Hot Cheetos

08: Played any sports? Kind of? Not really

09: Do you bite your nails? Ew, no.

10: When was your last physical fight? Not a fighter.

11: Do you like someone? More like, in love with 🥰

12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours? Yes, I hated it. Momma needs rest 😴

13: Do you hate anyone at the moment? No, can’t stand a hater.

14: Do you miss someone? Yes

15: Have any pets? Yes, the love of my life Minky Pie 💕

16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment? Feeling worried to be honest.

17: Ever made out in the bathroom? Yes

18: Are you scared of spiders? No

19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance? No, for what? Been there already.

20: Where was the last place you made love to someone? In our bed ❤️‍🔥

21: What are your plans for this weekend? Celebrate the new year 🥂🍾

22: Do you want to have kids? How many? I would love 3 so much 🙏🏼

23: Do you have piercings? How many? 8

24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)? Science!

25: Do you miss anyone from your past? I do.. but the version of them from that time period only. I wouldn’t care to know them today.

26: What are you craving right now? A chewy chocolate chip cookie 🍪

27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart? Unfortunatley, I’ve been called a heartbreaker a few times. 💔

28: Have you ever been cheated on? I hope not

29: Have you made a grown man cry? Yes

30: What’s irritating you right now? Any and all noise around me right now

31: Does somebody love you? Yes ❤️ so thankful for everyone who was given the assignment to love and take care of me.

32: What is your favorite color? It changes, right now tan/brown. But always Pink 💗

33: Do you have trust issues? Slightly, yes.

34: Who/what was your last dream about? Fighting my bf’s ex 😂😂 he asked me to do it tho I was just helping out

35: Who was the last person you cried in front of? My boyfriend

36: Do you give out second chances too easily? No, you knew what you were doing when you chose to do it.

37: Is it easier to forgive or forget? Forget the entire person honestly, I don’t forgive easily i’d rather just cut them off and not have to worry about them doing what they did again.

38: Is this year the best year of your life? I’ve had better.

39: How old were you when you had your first kiss? I want to say, 14

40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked? Yes, at the beach once, at night.

51: Favorite food? Salmon

52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason? Depends on what is happening. Some things are simply just glitches and should never have happened.

53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night? Make love ❤️‍🔥

54: Is cheating ever okay? Never.

55: Are you mean? Sometimes.

56: How many people have you fist fought? Not a fighter.

57: Do you believe in true love? Yes, so much ✨

58: Favorite weather? Thundering, storming, pouring rain.

59: Do you like the snow? Visually, yes.

60: Do you wanna get married? So so much 💍

61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby? Yes! My favorite 😘

62: What makes you happy? Financial freedom to do what I want, when I want with who I want.

63: Would you change your name? Never 👸🏻

64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed? No, want to kiss him forever!

65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? Avoid it lol not acknowledge it — too awkward for me when people like me and I dont feel the same towards them. Most times i’m oblivious to it anyway

66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around? Yeah I always act like my complete self around men anyway they’re people just like anyone else

67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to? Lol my boyfriend

68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? My boyfriend

69: Do you believe in soulmates? Yes

70: Is there anyone you would die for? My mom, my sisters, my grandparents, my boyfriend, my dog.

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Frosting is freezing so there's big ships up there trying to pick up those diamonds and they come in close and they're only couple miles up and they get threatened off and it's going on all day long and they push tons of air down here it's cold down here and the growth is slower but it's more healthy and you can see it it's something like 6 in already and a lot of it about half of it and the other half is three but it's a whole entire Gulf of New Mexico the oxygen levels are increasing and they will as it gets as they get larger they put out more oxygen right now it will raise it from 14 to 16 during the day to about 20 at night and at night it was about 17 it's going to be noticeable and it was in the next few days it'll be up to 27 at night and about 18 in a day which is much higher than normal for here well serious have around 25 during the day and 30 at night no most areas around 20 during the day and 25 at night so it's kind of normal after the week is up it's going to increase and when the Gulf of Mexico drops there's going to be more growth and probably three times as much but a whole bunch of it will be wiped out for a little bit but the seeds will be everywhere and they float for like a day and it's going to be Giant and they'll go deep too and it's going to be a bigger area. But it's really cold right now it is right it's abnormal. And we're going after clones now they're so faggy it hurts they're putting gay commercials out and we're taking them all off and firing them from all the companies along with John Reema Lord and company they go out and they fight and they get rid of each other and we help it along. The giant amount of Intel that came to Mac today was the clones came in in numbers and they went after the leaders to try and stop them and they got a whole bunch of information and we're taking over huge companies today and tonight and tomorrow giant ones and it is not a first but these companies are really big and we needed to help from our son cuz you go to these meetings and they're like a hundred different places and a couple days and really it takes a lot of energy out of you and to have it in a nice facility where you can actually just kind of live there because the hotels right there and you just go in until like work and there's all this signs and you have a displays and you have the products there too hard on cars and trucks and boats and so we're going to do that for the automobile industry and we really have to cuz they're sitting around they don't know what to do tell him sell it it would have to go to every single office area instead they can have a program they can develop one so we're going to do that and it's slow sales and you see that some of the car dealers are empty and they're not taking the new cars in for some reason we have to find out why and we put in a reorder request and they didn't send it in so a lot of Max still work there so it's going to work this is a terrific idea I think it came from my son and daughter and he says I think so because I was thinking of the rocket assist mortar but sometimes my cadre knows this stuff and they say we know this stuff but it came from you

What a wonderful day and testing out the big sig he says I don't know any football players that big that smoke so he goes what about basketball players you can do the 100s cuz you like the famous guy in a bar classy football player types with the silk suit so you liked it and he said I think I'll do that so we got in touch with him and started the conversation and he said wow this is cool he knows you are and he is actually a friend of yours and relative is stretched out now it's bja but he just stretched out and so he's going to try and do that and it's fun for them so it's not many big people around here so it's kind of tough to test it out please go get some dinner now

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Hello how are you I'm fine he says I'm looking forward to this Ghostbusters evening and I hope that Buston doesn't make him feel too good so we're up to it too. You know what happens tonight and there are a few things and someone actually gets kidnapped and that spurns on the investigation to the house instead of the other way around so it's good and we have a lot of stuff to talk about yes you and me about our relationship okay he says when do we want to do that oh all over the place you know what I mean I want you to be here and you're working and understand that and what you're saying is when can you stop by and I should stop by and I do kind of but not that much and not the way you're saying so I'm starting to wonder what you're saying and I do know what you're saying it's going to be a while so we have to talk about what we should do and I understand what you're saying it's something that might be a little bit covert and you might not be able to but if they if you get permission that's good so I'm going to go ahead and do that I understand what you're saying but there are things I like that you're doing and things I don't like and you have to listen to it and you're saying I'm grumpy and angry I'm tired and don't have things I need for me to sustain a good life I don't have any security social security is not security people that are mean to me around me all day long they're not security I want you to say that there's a couple other things I'm not mad or anything but you look at these little girls and they say stuff like are you a daughter of mine is it really mad they bother me but they're going to be out so I do see that look at other women like oh wow and I know what you're thinking so it's kind of hard to do the job but you're saying should be healed up so I'm starting to wonder what you're saying and I do get your saying hopefully you can stop doing that and one more thing don't look at me and look away cuz you find me too pretty everyone's doing that I can't see right now visibly so I understand that so we're good right now good. I'm glad we had this talk I get like 200 bucks an hour it's very funny you little wise ass you want probation now

Hera so go eat I'm watching you make sure you cook something right

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