#tham sat

[shomixremix]

Sitting in his lap ♡︎

i need more Genshin fluff/smuf, lol, and I know I should really write for someone other than Neuvi and Wrio but they are my current hyperfixation sooo here's more of them ig

oh also alhaitham's and neuvillette's are kinda simmilar sorryyy

tags: Alhaitham, Ayato, Neuvillette, Wriothesley, Zhongli, female reader, fluff, cuddling, smut, implied smut, cockwarming

-> your hardworking boyfriend has to deal with your incredible need for his hold, having no choice but to place you on his lap.

reqs open ♡︎ | minors DNI

-> alhaitham

the silence in the room was deafening. as the acting grand sage, alhaitham was always busy, which you, as his girlfriend, understood. but you hated it.

you couldn't disrupt him, of course, always competing with some book for his attention. archons, it certainly didn't help how good he looked when he worked. emerald eyes focused and sharp, eyebrows slightly furrowed, a small frown on his face. fuck, he was hot.

"..'tham? are you gonna be done soon?"

his eyes never leaving the book he was going through, he shook his head: "not yet. i have a lot more work here."

you pouted, feeling a bit neglected. alhaitham promised you he'd give you all his attention the second he finished with work. which was never, apperently. sick and tired of his neglect, you decide to take matters into your own hands. trotting comfortably to him, you sit back on his knees facing him and wrap arms around his neck.

"is something the matter, y/n?"

you nuzzle your head in the crook of his neck, sighing deeply. not only did he look good, he smelt good, too. like freshly cut grass and the sumeru rose. knowing it's going to awake a reaction in him, you press a peck on the pulsepoint of his pale neck.

"no. just missed you, 'tham"

his breath hitches in his throat as you kiss his neck, palms closing the book he was holding to wrap around your waist.

"....mm, missed you too, love. i suppose my research can wait a little"

-> ayato

"shhh, little one... they will all hear if you keep moaning like that. you need to be quiet for me, precious."

your fiancé hushed in your ear as you squirmed and whined on his lap. a meeting in the yashiro commission was ongoing in the next room, and the paper thin walls certainly weren't helping. but, sweet Raiden Shogun, how could you possibly ever keep quiet when you were sat right on the commissioner's dick?!

"mhh.. mmmph! ohh.. ayato.. p-please.."

you whine through a whisper, begging for movement. cockwarming the blue-haired man as he worked seemed like a great idea at first, but now you realize it was, indeed, not. ayato warned you that no matter how much you begged, he wouldn't be able to fuck you, yet here you were, still begging.

"you look so adorable like that, precious. yet, you know well that i can't give you what you want. so please, be quiet. you don't want the rest of the yashiro commission to know what a pretty cockslut you are, hm?"

you nod in agreement, resting your head on his shoulder with another whine. your pussy was spasaming around his length, desparately trying to give yourself the pleasure he was denying you. oh, you could feel him pulsing inside you, revealing that he was as desparate as you were - something you would never be able to tell from his calm and collected expression.

"please, ayato... i need- ohh!" you beg, yet he interrupts you with a harsh thrust, bouncing you slightly on his lap.

you were edged for hours and already at the brink of your high, so his thrust immediately pushed you over the edge. you reach your high, biting down on his shoulder in order to stop yourself from making any noise.

ayato chuckled at your behavior, pressing a light kiss to your temple.

"there, there, little one. shh... finishing after such a long time must have tired you out. rest on my shoulder now, precious, and we can continue this once i'm finished with work."

-> neuvillette

"neuvi, love, will you be done any time soon?"

you ask impatiently, laying down on one of the sofas in neuvillette's office in the palais mermonia. you understood very well he was the busiest man in all of fontaine, and yet... you wanted him to choose you over work just once. just once! was it really so wrong and selfish of you to want your boyfriend to make you and your needs a priority?

"hmm, no, i'm afraid not, my love. there are many cases and documents i need to review still."

you shoot him a saddened glare, turning away from him. he sighs in desparation, torn between his many duties and the needs of his lover. both very important to him, and both requiring his full attention.

"i'm sorry, mon amour... you know i'd love to give you all the time in the world, but i'm afraid the society of fontaine would collapse if i were to simply not show up for a day"

yeah, yeah, you knew that very well. the problem was, you sorta kinda didn't care? of course, you cared about fontaine and its people, but for once you wished you were more important than the next silly court hearing about something as meaningless as some lost cabbages.

as you were still giving him the silent treatment, the chief justice sighed.

"come here, mon cherie. maybe you'd like to sit on my lap while i work?"

you perk up at that, cheerfully making your way to him and plopping down on his lap. you nuzzle your face against his chest, one strong arm wrapping around your waist as you do so.

"thank you, neuvi.." you sigh as you kiss his cheek, finally content in his safe arms.

-> wriothesley

wriothesley is a man who was used to spending most of his time alone. at the end of the day, there wasn't much company inside the fortress of meropide, where he spent most of his days. he has long gotten used to spending hours alone finishing work in his office.

yet, that all changed once he met you. now, every minute spent alone in his office seemed like endless torture, unless you were sitting there, all dolled up and perfect, on his lap with him.

"aww, c'mon, doll, my lips are down here" he jokes as you press eager kisses on his forehead, leaving behind lipstick marks.

"mh... don't care... i wanna kiss you all over.." you tease back, your trail of kisses never faltering.

you two have been at this love game for some time now, your time spent in teasing, clothed grinding and desparate kissing. wriothesley barely finished any work, too focused on the woman in his arms. you could feel him from under you, hard as a rock as his hands roamed your body. for focalors sake, how he wished he could leave that damned office and toss you onto his bed...

"wrio, you have to get back to work..." you smirk, pulling away from his handsome face. he frowns, upset at the harsh reminder.

"you know i'd much rather continue kissing you, baby"

you grind down on him, earning a slight groan from him. his hands tighten on your hips, his lips inches away from yours.

"fuck, doll, you'll be the death of me..."

he muttered as he picked you up, finally losing his patience. screw work, screw everything else! he needed you, and he needed you now.

-> zhongli

"are you sure this is comfortable for you, darling?"

zhongli was still learning the ways of the mortals, not yet used to every custom and behavior. which is why he was a bit startled once you asked if you could sit in his lap.

you had to explain that it was a normal thing for couples and that it was an act of intimacy, that it meant you wanted him closer. this made the ex-archon wish for the same, delighted to learn you liked him so much.

"yes, dear. i told you, it's very comfortable! i love it!"

you chirp, pressing a kiss to his cheekbone as you sat in his lap, legs wrapped around his waist. he smiled at your reaction, amber eyes following your every move.

"i'm glad. you are welcome in my lap whenever you desire"

"then i won't ever leave"

a small tint arises in his cheeks as you say that. zhongli, the mighty ex-archon, wasn't the one to usually blush, yet moments like this and your sweet little confessions certainly brought a rise out of him. you giggle at how flustered you were making him, connecting your lips together and finally giving him a well-deserved kiss.

zhongli decides to deepen the kiss, his tounge prodding in your mouth as one of his gloved hands tangles in your hair. he's kissing you as if you were the only air he could breathe, the only food he could eat, the only water he could drink. it was very clear he wanted this intimacy to be even more intense, which you could feel from under you as well.

"mhhh... i'll take you upstairs to our room, beautiful. then, i'll show you the intimacy we both so crave. and you'll still get to be on my lap, if you so wish"

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[normansnt]

Even

(Hazbin Rozie x soft!male reader.)

No warnings (not proof read)

You tried to tiptoe as quietly as possible through your and your wives house. You didn't know that the trail of blood you were leaving would give you away in the morning anyways.

"You're home late" you heard the lovely voice of your dear wife while she sat on the sofa and turned on the light on the small table besides it.

You exhaled through your nose.

"Yeaahhh..." was all you could get out of

When Rosie took in your form more carefully she saw the beaten state you were in.

"Oh dear, what happened to you" she sounded more sympathetic now and rushed to your side to help you sit down

"Hahh, you should see the other guy...he got out without a scratch it was honestly pretty impressive" you said with honest astonishment.

You have been getting into fights at bars lately...a lot. Why? Well the answer was rather easy really, your wife was the Rosie. A powerful overlord in hell and leader of cannibal town. She was powerful, strong, cunning, smart and most of all feared because of those qualities.

And you...well, you weren't weak not by any means but you were just...soft, to put it lightly. While other boys fought you enjoyed chasing a butterfly. You were a very kind soul and opted to see the good in people. You were a fallen angel, after all.

When you met Rosie you were the same dork you are now, you just liked to draw and she is very beautiful so you asked if you could draw her. Thats how you two met 10 years ago.

As time passed by, you fell in love with her, however you would have never guessed that a powerful woman like herself would fall for someone like you. Alas she did and after some time being together you got married.

Since Rosie was quite the public figure, people, of course, knew about your engagement and they had their own opinions, mostly bad ones.

The people of cannibal town thought Rosie deserved someone tough, not to protect her she can do that to, but to match her, to be her equal.

And you thought so too. It was a true wonder why she was still with you, really.

"(Y/N)"

The powerful voice of your beloved got you out of your thoughts.

"*sigh* are you thinking about what others are saying again?" She questioned looking at you sadly.

You looked away ashamed.

"My love" she slowly put her hand on your cheek and made you look at her.

"I have told you countless times but I wont stop until you get it into your head. I.Love.You their opinions do not matter, especially when they dont know you like I do, for if they did they would know that you have the strongest heart I have ever witnessed, you might not like fights and blood spill but I know for a fact that when its really needed you will step up, and thats what really matters." She smiled at you kindly.

"Also, I like violence plenty so we make the perfect pair" she grinned at you manically.

You really didn't know how you got so lucky as to have such an amazing wife. You let out a chuckle and kissed her.

"Thank you" you smiled lightly

"Of course dear, now go wash up and lets go to bed I'm tired" she said exhausted while she stood up and walked to your shared bedroom.

You smiled to yourself, sure you weren't a big fan of violence but you hat a cannibal as a wife, you guys kinda evened each other out.

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Yall I know I said Id proof read tham and than post but I LOVE this one so much its short but so good😭

ALSO, ROSIE IS NOT TALKED ABOUT ENOUGH LIKE I LOVE HER SM ROSIE PLS MARRY ME😖

ANYWAYS

I hope you enjoyed your reading ladies, gentleman and others, good afternoon good evening and good night🧡🦖

#male reader #hazbin x you #hazbin x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x male reader #hazbin rosie

[cursedonyx]

Hi! I really like your writing! I was wondering if it interested you to do a HLC reactions about a really vicious mean cat that terrorizes the students and one day they stumble on MC cuddling it like its nothing and the cat really likes tham? Maybe the cat warms up to their friends too but maybe MC sets it on Duncan just because 😈

please and thank you 👉👈🥺

What a fun prompt! Thank you for suggesting it, hope it’s what you wanted!

For as long as the students of Hogwarts could remember, cats had roamed freely all around the castle, congregating in the courtyards, cuddling in the classrooms, and lounging wherever they pleased. Most were the pets of students, friendly and playful, though some strays had found their way inside the walls as well, mewing happily as they were afforded affection and treats by all and sundry.

All but one.

A few years ago, a grumpy tomcat had decided to take up residence, stalking the halls with a glower that rivalled Professor Sharp’s, hissing at anyone who dared to get too close, swiping vicious claws at those foolish enough to ignore his verbal warning.

Until the new fifth-year arrived.

Unperturbed by the tomcat’s acerbic personality, it was quite the shock to everyone when they made friends with the vicious little blighter.

Sebastian Sallow

Sebastian had learned early on not to mess with the large tuxedo cat that prowled through Hogwarts, having been on the receiving end of his murder mittens in his second year. He made sure to warn the new student about the feline terror when they crossed paths with him on their way to Charms, but the new student simply raised a brow at him.

“All it takes is time,” they said, cryptically.

Sebastian decided not to say anything. Everyone learned soon enough that the proud animal wouldn’t let anyone near him, and he eagerly awaited the day MC turned up with scratches, their pride dented, so he could tease them a little and use it as an excuse to get closer with them.

So it came as quite the shock when one day he stumbled upon MC, sitting cross-legged on the floor, the hellbeast in their lap, tickling its bloody tummy.

“MC?” he managed, horrorstruck. “What are you doing?”

“Playing,” they responded, chucking the cat under the chin and murmuring baby-words at it, chuckling as it actually purred. “He’s a sweetheart, he’s just misunderstood!”

Sebastian gave them a wide berth, beginning to grow irritable as every time he saw them, the cat was in their arms, draped over their shoulders, or winding about their ankles, hissing at anyone that came too close. He avoided them for a whole week, before they marched up to him, frowning.

“You need to make friends,” they insisted, and dumped the violent feline in his lap.

Sebastian had frozen, terrified that the cat would tear his robes to ribbons before running off, leaving him to nurse his wounds. But to his complete surprise, the cat only gave him a level stare, before settling down in his lap. Tentatively, he reached out a finger and rubbed the cat’s head, and he started to purr.

“Is there anything you can’t do?” he asked MC, weakly.

Ominis Gaunt

Ominis’ introduction to the Terror of Hogwarts happened in his third year. He was searching for a nice spot to have a nap, finding a sofa in a quiet part of the castle, his wand revealing only a fluffy cushion propped at one end of it. He’d sat down by it, preparing to lie back and snooze for fifteen minutes, when a series of needles had sunk into his thigh, the cushion suddenly alive and very, very angry. After much yowling (not all of which came from the cat) Ominis managed to extract himself from the claws of fury and bolted straight for the Undercroft, where he nursed his wounds and his pride, hoping no one had seen.

He avoided all cats after the incident, worried that he’d somehow mistake them for the holy horror that had clawed him to shreds, only accepting their affection if they climbed into his lap first. But he was walking with Sebastian one day, hardly believing his ears as his best friend told him all about how the new student had somehow managed to tame the vicious brute.

He believed him soon enough, however, when the student rounded the corner, and his wand revealed the cat on their shoulders. He hid behind Sebastian as the student marched up to him.

“If he can make friends with Sebastian, he can make friends with you,” they said, all but flinging the cat at him. Ominis had flinched, shying away, but the beast was in his hands, their fluffy fur belying the evil nature of the creature, and he held it at arms’ length, praying it didn’t shred his hands. He needed his hands to show him the things his eyes didn’t.

But the cat didn’t scratch. It didn’t bite. And after some gentle encouragement, Ominis held him properly, against his chest, the cat leaning his head on his shoulder and purring. He relaxed a little, holding him gingerly, stroking the back of his head. It was nice to know the most vicious animal in all the school had the softest fur.

Garreth Weasley

Garreth was determined to get some of the meanest cat in Hogwarts’ fur. Maybe a whisker or two. He was convinced that an animal that vicious was either an animagus that couldn’t turn back and was pissed about it, or someone had transfigured an actual Hate Potion into a feline. If he managed to get some of its fur, he was sure it would make a valuable potion ingredient.

But try as he might, he just couldn’t catch the damn thing! It avoided his spells and cleverly constructed traps (the latter landing him detention when Aunt Matilda accidentally stepped into it and got a net dropped on her head) with almost omniscient ease, and it was only after Garreth lost his temper and tried to grab the cat with his own bare hands that it seemed to realise just who had been harassing it.

And so began the Evil Tuxedo’s Revenge. Garreth regularly found dead mice in his slippers like some kind of warning, the cat would hide along his usual route to the Great Hall and leap on his head from the rafters, yanking out a mouthful of his hair before bolting, leaving him wincing and scratched, and on one horrible occasion, he’d opened his packed lunch to find the animal had somehow vomited over his sandwiches.

They hated each other. So it came as somewhat of a betrayal when MC was seen to be actively playing with the beast, dangling a bit of string for it to chase, the damn thing bouncing around and acting like a kitten! Garreth knew better.

“MC, be careful! That thing’ll have your fingers!” he called. At his voice, the cat spun, puffing up and hissing.

MC just rolled their eyes.

“Don’t be ridiculous! Why does he hate you?”

“It hates everyone!”

“No, he doesn’t. He likes me, Sebastian and Ominis.”

Garreth quickly gave them the rundown of why the cat was a bastard, and MC was unimpressed.

“So you just thought you could take some of his fur without asking? And kept trying even when he avoided you? You’re a prat.”

They picked up the cat and murmured something to it, then ran their hand over its back, collecting some loose hairs. They handed them over to a stunned Garreth before stalking off.

“T-thank you?” he said. And before he could feel silly, he called to the cat. “I’m sorry!”

The cat was nicer to Garreth after that, even if he did still occasionally jump on his head. He didn’t bite him anymore, and to Garreth, it seemed like a game, and he made sure to be dramatic when the cat surprised him, even if he saw him coming, and it made him grin when the cat ran off, purring.

Poppy Sweeting

If there ever was a beast Poppy Sweeting couldn’t tame, it was the brutish tomcat that terrorised all of Hogwarts. She’d felt sympathy for him at first, worried that he felt lonely when all the other cats got played with and cuddled. Her attempts to befriend the vicious feline were met with yowls and scratches, and it seemed to Poppy that sometimes the creature deliberately pretended to acquiesce to her advances, accepting the treats she offered, allowing her to put out a hand for him to sniff.

Without fail, every time, he’d sniff, look her in the eyes, then attempt to bite her fingers off. And no matter what Poppy tried, the cat had a new way to trick her into thinking he was accepting her. After several months and enough scratches to shred an oak tree, Poppy gave up. The cat was clearly a malicious entity, not a nice bone in its body, delighting in the hurt and pain it caused.

So when MC was found rocking it to sleep, the cat’s paws holding their finger almost like a human baby, Poppy was astonished. What was their secret? Did they not know they might lose their hand? But the cat just purred and snuggled up against them, the tip of their tail flicking ever so slightly.

Poppy crept over, careful not to get too close, and begged MC to teach her their secrets. MC just shrugged and said “you just have to be nice.”

Poppy couldn’t think how she could have been nicer to the cat, but she accepted the advice and sat nearby, until MC woke the cat up and told it to be friends with Poppy. The cat mewed in protest, then allowed Poppy to ruffle his fur.

Amit Thakkar

Amit had been wise enough not to have been clawed by the meanest cat he’d ever known so far into his studies at Hogwarts. He’d seen the feral bugger sauntering along the corridors, seen how everyone with half a brin had skittered out of its way, and seen the wounds left by those foolish enough to think they could tame the creature. Thankfully, it seemed to avoid the Astronomy Tower, where he spent most of his time.

But one day, as he’s coming back from a reasonably productive session of stargazing, feeling pleased with himself and happy to find most of the castle had already gone to bed, he pulls up short. Sitting in the middle of the hall is the tuxedo menace, green eyes narrowed and fixed on him. Amit gulps. Something tells him this cat knows he’s been lucky in avoiding it, knows it’s deliberate, and wants to make damn sure he knows first hand why every sensible student in the castle fears it.

But then he hears a bright and shiny voice call out from further up the corridor.

“There you are!”

Amit looks up, thinking the words are meant for him as MC comes skipping along the hall, but the cat perks up, actually chirps in greeting, then bounds towards them. For a moment, Amit is seized by the desire to act like one of the heroes in his adventure books, to draw his wand and save the other student from the claws of death, but the cat just springs into their arms like it’s nothing, and MC cuddles it, turning it over and kissing its tummy.

After Amit wakes up from his dead faint of shock, MC introduces him to the hellion. It takes some convincing, and the sun is well up before Amit feels brave enough to let the cat sniff his fingers. It was past lunchtime before he worked up the courage to pet him.

He had to admit it. The cat was pretty cute when it wasn’t making students everywhere shit their pants.

Leander Prewett

Leander doesn’t like cats. Cats don’t like Leander. This, he has learned, is a fact of life. He much prefers dogs anyway, they actually do what they’re told and can be taught a few tricks, even if most of them are big, dumb, slobbery things. Cats have a kind of sinister intelligence, an arrogance that he knows well (and hates when its directed at him). The big tuxedo tomcat that everyone’s rightly scared of is even more sinister, and even more intelligent than most. He’d have thought it a Kneazle if it wasn’t for the fact it had short hair and no tufts on its ears and tail.

He takes great pleasure in sneakily casting hexes and basic casts at it, laughing as it runs away in fright. Unlike Garreth, he’s not stupid enough to let the cat find out it’s him tormenting it.

But one day, MC sees him at it.

The storm of scratches and bites he receives leaves him shaken and dizzy, and he wonders if he’d have actually fared better if the cat got him. But then he sees MC stalking back to him, the cat in their arms.

“Make friends,” they demand, holding it up under the arms, its back end dangling. They glare at each other until Leander decides he’s had enough animosity for one day, and tentatively shakes the cat’s paw. And just like that, the cat seems to transform, the eyes growing big, a rumbling purr emitting from its chest.

He still prefers dogs. But he has to admit, it’s really nice when the cat curls up next to him when he’s studying, like a fuzzy hot water bottle. It makes him fuzzy on the inside too when he butts his head against his hand, asking for pets. He grows fuzzier when he sees the jealous looks on the other student’s faces.

Duncan Hobhouse

Duncan hears of MC’s exploits regularly, and each time he hears their name, he feels the festering bitterness in his belly at their betrayal, their smug face as they refuse to hand over the Tentacula leaf he so desperately needed. The name Puffskein Dunkein follows him like a bad smell, and he can’t think of a single way to stop it.

Things get worse for him when he sees his nemesis, Ominis Gaunt, happily playing with a large, black and white cat. The very same cat, he realises, that’s been terrorising the students. The very same cat that savaged Ominis in their third year! Duncan grins a little at the memory. Then his smile fades, wondering how the blind Slytherin was able to make amends with such an evil creature. Maybe it sensed a likeness?

But then MC appears and the cat bounds to them, and it all makes sense. Of course it would be them that tamed the brute! They seemed to be able to do everything else.

He tries to sneak away, pondering how best to get his revenge. Perhaps he could sneakily Incendio Ominis when no one was around? That would be really funny, at least.

But as if his thoughts were telepathically transmitted, the cat freezes, its head swivelling, glass green eyes landing on his. They narrow, the pupils becoming slits.

Then Duncan is running for his life as the cat tears after him, hissing and spitting. Ominis and MC cling to each other, howling with laughter as Duncan tries to escape up a tree, forgetting that cats can climb. He spends the next two days in the Hospital Wing, hiding from everyone.

#hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #garreth weasley #poppy sweeting #leander prewett #duncan hobhouse #hogwarts legacy reactions #hogwarts legacy imagine #ngl the ominis react makes me laugh like a hyena #sorry bby plz forgive me

[mysafehaneul]

V.AQUAMARINE

CHAPTER 5: WATER OF THE WOMB

JEON WONWOO X READER

WORDS: 8k+

GENRE: ARRANGE CONTRACT MARRIAGE AU! ENEMIES TO LOVERS!

Angst, Fluff, Smut (Well He does kiss her wrist)

A/N: I am back! (That's it, that's all I want to say)

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There is something about time, no matter how much it changes. Nothing changes at all. You sat in the car, the lush greenery passing by as your driver navigated the luscious surroundings. Sipping coffee from your tumbler, you gazed out of the window, your mind drifting to the past month, filled heavy emotions. It has been a month since you, Wonwoo, and Noel had moved into the tranquil Serene Villa, and yet a heavy feeling lingering in your heart as you recalled a pivotal dinner you had organized for yours and Wonwoo's parents.

As the memory played vividly in your mind, you shivered slightly. Noel's nanny had brought him out, and he had been timid, taking refuge behind you. Your parents recognized him immediately, their eyes widening in disbelief.

Your Mother's voice echoed with a mix of astonishment and concern, "Y/N, what's going on?"

You took a deep breath, realizing there was no turning back.

With gentle but resolute tone "This is Noel, Noella and Joshua's son"

"Didn't you say he died 5 years ago?'' Her eyes moving from the boy and then at you.

A heavy silence hung in the air as your parents absorbed the shocking revelation. You gestured Tham, His nanny to take him to his room.

Your Mother asked again softly "Y/N, why did you keep this from us? Was it because you thought we weren't trustworthy enough?"

You attempted to reason with them, but the disappointment and sadness were overwhelming, and they left, unable to process the profound revelation.

Now it was Wonwoo's parents turn to question him. Wonwoo's mother, in particular, was taken aback.

Wonwoo's Mother's face was painted in disbelief "Do you realize what you're saying? You both are newly weds, and there is still time. I understand your wife may want to care for the child, but you didn't have to go this far and adopt him, Wonwoo."

Wonwoo just exhaled and said firmly, "It was our mutual decision to adopt him."

Without waiting for him to complete she turned addressing you"Why didn't you tell me? Y/N, darling, please forgive me for asking, I can't understand you both are young and there are other options i mean?" She got out of her scene and grabbed your hand, "The science have advanced so much there are different ways to tackel this issue, and we were not even pressuring you both to have kids now, when you both are ready... Then why?''

The room fell into an uneasy hush.

Wonwoo's cautioning voice filling the room "I don't think my wife is answerable to that question."

but she insisted "Why is she not? She is answerable to all of my questions that concern my son and his future. I will not accept this; I will never accept it."

"What I don't understand is what is the issue if we don't want to have kids of our own, rather adopt.'' his voice was gentle, but the statement stern. guilt weigh on your heart that, you're causing a rift between him and his parents. Notwithstanding the fact that Wonwoo was going to be present part of Noel's life for only five years, Its not that long but it is a Long time.

You felt the urge to step up but Wonwoo shook his head a silent message that he will handle this.

She turned to Wonwoo's father, expecting him to support her.

Wonwoo's Father who was silent the whole time caught his wife gaze "Because at the end of the day blood is blood and a stranger is stranger"

His words made your heart shatter, and this statement did not sit right with Wonwoo as well, you could feel the heat radiating from his body from your proximity

His mother looked at the two of you perplexed, "So you mean to say you both won't have kids of your own and... then what about.. i..--" there were so many question and scenarios running through her head as if everything plan she had of wonwoo's future was crumbling down at her feet. When Mr. Jeon rose from his seat, walking towards the exit. "You'd better have a good excuse for this, son. Sunmi, let's go. Wonwoo, meet me at home tomorrow."

A few days passed after that tumultuous evening. You visited your parents, seeking forgiveness and explaining that Noel's maternal family posed a danger to him. They began to warm up, though your father remained somewhat sulky, feeling left out of the loop. Your mother, on the other hand, busied herself caring for Noel but remained somewhat distant from you.

In Wonwoo's family estate, he was sitting at his father's office while his mother stood next to the window he explained Noel's background and your obligations. Although his mother had softened slightly, she was still wary and abruptly left the room with tears in her eyes.

Wonwoo's father was the last to confront him. He asked earnestly "Tell me, Wonwoo, what's the real reason?"

Wonwoo hesitated, knowing the gravity of the situation and cautiously offered "Noel has an inheritance worth 2 billion."

His father's eyes widened, a mix of disbelief and offense. "Are you telling me you did this for money?"

He rose from his seat and left Wonwoo sitting there, perplexed and wondering where he had gone wrong.Wonwoo felt a surge of frustration and hurt. He couldn't let his father believe that he had adopted Noel solely for financial gain. In a determined stride, he followed his father, catching up to him just outside the room.

with conviction he said, "Do you think that shallow of me, Dad? I didn't do this for money. My wife and I did this to save him from the people who are after that money."

His father halted in his tracks and turned to look at him, a mix of surprise and curiosity in his eyes. The tension in the air seemed to lessen, and it was clear that Wonwoo's words had struck a chord.

"What do you mean, Wonwoo?"

...

Your car approached Bourbon Street, and as the navigation system announced your destination, you readied your file for the upcoming meeting with the head architect. Your driver opened the car door for you, but just as you were about to exit, your phone rang, displaying "Mr. Jeon" on the screen. Retrieving your phone from your bag, you answered the call, and Wonwoo's voice came through.

''Yes, Wonwoo."

"Hey, Just wanted to check in. How's everything progressing?

Seated comfortably in the car, you gave Wonwoo an update on the construction's status.

"Well I just reached, as I can see from here the construction is moving forward, albeit they have started with the foundation and waiting for the approval of the final design. But I guess if everything goes smoothly here we would be sticking to the schedule, But I feel we need to pay attention closely."

"Ah, I wish could have joined you, but I have back-to-back monthly review meetings for the hotels today. It's a bit hectic."

"No problem, Wonwoo. I understand your busy schedule. And by the way I might be working late tonight to ensure everything goes smoothly, So don't wait up for me."

"Actually, Y/N, I have something to discuss. My Uncle is hosting his yearly polo match brunch this month, and I think Noel has been taking equestrian classes, so I thought maybe he'll also have fun. And Many potential investors will be present. I was wondering if you and Noel would like to attend with me."

Your and Wonwoo's schedules often conflicted. You preferred working from your home office, giving your staff autonomy, while Wonwoo believed in maintaining a clear boundary between work and home, even though he occasionally worked late into the night. Meanwhile, Noel had started school and was getting along well with his peers, particularly after his impressive performance at a recent science exhibition. Amid your busy lives, you made an effort to have family dinners, with Wonwoo occasionally joining despite his demanding work hours.

"That sounds like an important event, Wonwoo. Hmm how about we talk about this when I get home."

home.. you resounded it in your head.

In the midst of your ongoing conversation a soft knock came from outside wonwoo's office door Wonwoo raised a single finger, signifying a momentary pause. To who ever interrupted,

"Yes.. see you at home'' he said

With these simple words, you ended the call, and in that instant, Wonwoo felt a quick flutter of his heart. He cleared his throat and casually pocketed his phone, a deviation from his usual routine of stowing it in a drawer before meetings. While this may not be that noteworthy, yet this didn't miss the keen eyes of Lee Chan who was intrigued by this turn of events.

....

You slid in the phone inside your pant pockets and stepped out of the car and walked towards the site where Kwon Siyeon, the head architect, stood near a plastic table with various papers laid down rising and falling due to the winds. She was also the mind behind designing two of Jeon groups projects, Which included the Hotel where you proposed to Wonwoo. Her presence commanding attention with her poised demeanor and an outfit that combined professionalism with a touch of creativity. She was dressed in a well-fitted blazer that exuded a sense of authority, yet the colorful scarf draped around her neck hinted at her artistic sensibilities. Her ebony hair was pulled back neatly, accentuating her sharp features.

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Jeon. It's a pleasure to meeting you."

An unfamiliar tingled coursed through your feet, this is the first time someone addressed you like this, "Please Y/N is fine, Mrs. Jeon is my mother in law" Making the both of you chuckle.

You exchanged pleasantries and engaged in a bit of small talk before she led you through the resort layout. Siyeon was known for her attention to detail, and it was evident in the way she explained each aspect of the resort, her words painting vivid pictures of her vision.

As you walked along, something caught your eye – a blue print that read "Confidential: For Authorized Personnel Only." Your curiosity piqued, you couldn't resist inquiring.

"Siyeon, what's the story behind that 'Confidential' section?"

He gave you an apologetic glance and said "I'm sorry, Y/N, but I can't discuss that without Mr. Jeon's presence and permission."

While it irked you not to have immediate access to this , You decided to keep your composure and trust Siyeon's judgement and ask your assistant to look into it . The tour continued, and the designs that unfolded before you exceeded your wildest aspirations. The meeting that followed was a long one, but the ideas that were presented left you feeling more content with the direction this is going.

....

It was close to 11 pm when you entered the serene villa. Wonwoo's car was neatly parked in the driveway, yet Siyeon's words were still looping in your head when you were about to leave.

"Again, it was a pleasure meeting you Y/N, your husband speaks quiet highly of you now I see the reason why, And if I am being honest I never thought Wonwoo was the settling type. But I guess good for him''

She is in first name basis with him, you just gave her a smile "Likewise Siyeon, See you in 2 weeks time''

A soft glow of lights emanated from Noel's room window, indicating that he had retired for the night. You made your way through the cozy hallway, and Tham, met you at the door.

"Good evening, Y/N"

"Evening Mrs. Noh"

" Mr. Jeon is in the home gym, and Noel went to bed around 9."

"What about dinner?'"

"Both of them took the dinner together"

"I see"

"Madam would you like to have something to eat?"

"No, I don't feel like eating just send a cup of Spearmint tea in my room my stomach feels a little uneasy."

"Ok then, Good Night madam"

With a grateful nod, you proceeded to Noel's room, where you leaned in to press a tender kiss on his forehead. Your footsteps carried you down the hall to your own room, your body aching from sitting in the car too long then all the walking around the site your mind and body seeking a warm shower and sleep.

After a refreshing shower, you adorned yourself in a delicate silk nightwear, designed with a subtle slit on each side. Seated at your dresser, you focused on your nightly skincare routine, the cool serums gently caressing your skin. The room was bathed in a soft, inviting glow.

Amid your beauty regimen, a gentle knock rapped at your bedroom door.

"Enter."

Wonwoo sauntered into the room, a towel draped around his neck, capturing droplets of water from his just-concluded shower. He wore a simple black cotton t-shirt and drawstring sweatpants. His cheeks held a rosy flush, likely from the hot shower, and his biceps were distinctly outlined.

He lingered in the doorway, his gaze raking over your form, admiring the elegant silhouette you cut. You raised a brow,

"Can I help you?"

Wonwoo said with a playful grin "Can't a husband visit his wife?"

You rolled your eyes, and he chuckled.

"I just wanted to ask how it went."

"It was okay, designs are well-received, with some minor tweaks. But let's begin with the construction."

He nodded and made himself comfortable in a nearby seat.

"About Jungkook's brunch—"

You interjected "What about it?"

"If my family or anyone says something that doesn't sit right with you, just tell me. And and one more thing, Eleanor will be—"

Wonwoo found himself lost in his own words, his attention wandering as his eyes continued to appreciate your alluring presence.

"What about Eleanor?"

Snapping back to the conversation, he stammered slightly, "Oh, no, nothing about her. Just that her husband is a client and friend of Jungkook's, so they'll be there."

Then, he noticed the subtle furrow of your brows.

"Are you okay? Did something happen at the site? Y/N, if you're uncomfortable around her, you don't have to go. I'll take care of the investors."

"My point of concern is not your ex-girlfriend, Wonwoo. I just… I'm rather tired and would like to sleep. Can we discuss this tomorrow at breakfast?"

He had hoped for a longer conversation, but he didn't press the matter, He wanted to ask if you'd like to participate with him in the game, silently contemplating if there was something amiss. Was it something you were mad about? Or perhaps something involving him? and left the room.

You have no idea what got you so worked up all of the sudden. shaking your head you took a moment to shoot a text to Rachel, asking, "Did you look into it?" Within seconds, three dots appeared on the screen, signaling her response was in progress.

...

...

In the heart of the city, the roots of the Jeon family extended through the branches of a thriving empire, a testament to their far-sighted patriarch. Wonwoo's grandfather, a visionary from his early days, recognized the three essentials for human existence—medicine, shelter, and clothing—beyond the basic necessities of air, water, and food. Rather than narrowing their focus to a single path, he decided to let the family tree grow in every direction, like the sprawling branches of a majestic oak.

His story began when he married the daughter of his local jeweler and brought her into the bustling city, expanding their horizons. Each of his three children was given the chance to choose their own path, in line with these vital aspects of human life.

Wonwoo's aunt, with her sharp intellect and dedication, ventured into the world of medicine. She became a highly respected cardiologist, eventually marrying into the esteemed Han family, the monarchs of the medical realm. In her union, she not only found a husband but also paved the way for Wonwoo's grandfather to acquire a significant stake in the ever-evolving world of healthcare.

Meanwhile, Wonwoo's uncle, Jeon Jaehyun, inherited a keen eye for fashion. He was the youngest of the three siblings and took after his mother, emerging as a renowned fabric manufacturer serving luxury designers. He found his lifelong partner in his childhood sweetheart, the esteemed Judge Jeon Heeri, making them a dynamic duo in both love and their respective careers.

As for Jeon Wooshik, he took a different path. He ventured into the construction and real estate industry like his father, establishing JJ Construction and builder group, which eventually branched into the creation of luxurious hotels. His commitment to the family's legacy helped them grow, not only in stature but also in their influence within the city.

Jeon Jaehyun held a profound fascination for European culture, particularly enamored by the elegance and grace associated with horses. His quarterly polo brunches became iconic family gatherings, akin to Chuseok, the Korean Thanksgiving. These gatherings were the occasions where the Jeon family, their close friends, and those they sought to impress or, in many cases, intimidate, would all come together. The polo brunches were more than just social events; they were a symbol of the Jeon family's refined taste and sophistication, a testament to their prominence and influence in the city.

Wonwoo's Rolls-Royce glided smoothly up the gravel path and into the splendid summer mansion past the manganous iron gates. Departing at 8 a.m., you had been fortunate to avoid the heavy traffic, arriving at your destination by 11 a.m. The air was crisp, the surroundings lush with greenery, and a line of luxurious vehicles graced the driveway. From sleek Audis to gleaming Ferraris, Porsche to Bugatti, the cars were a testament to the grandeur of the gathering.

Stepping out of the car, a valet extended his hand to accept the keys from Wonwoo. Tham, Although a 5'5" woman, effortlessly carried Noel's slumbering form from the car and now was standing next to you. Wonwoo, adorned in a white rolled linen shirt, khaki trousers, and brown shades, looked every bit the embodiment of summer elegance. You, on the other hand, opted for white flare pants, a stylish tank top, brown sandals, and black shades with golden rims.

As one of the attendants came forward to collect your bags from the car, you lovingly adjusted Noel's T-shirt and tenderly ran your hand through his hair He must be working himself to hard with the school then the extra curricular activities. Amid this quiet moment, a sudden honk pierced the air, startling you. Turning toward the source of the sound, Wonwoo instructed Tham to follow the attendant to the guestroom.

Suddenly, a man in his late twenties appeared, sporting a short-sleeved white T-shirt, blue jeans, and chunky brown boots. He wasted no time in announcing his presence.

Jungkook boasted, "If it isn't my favorite sister-in-law." He engulfed you in a warm hug.

Jeon Jungkook, the son of Jeon Jaehyun and Judge Heeri, a bright and ambitious young man. His mother hoped he would follow in her footsteps as a public prosecutor, serving the public interest. However, his uncles and grandfather held a different vision for him. They believed that instead of working for the law, he could work alongside the lawmakers. They recognized that within the world of laws and regulations, there were layers of complexity, with the dual facets of good and bad coexisting, much like the two sides of a coin. It was a world where even the most brilliant and shining surface could conceal the base metal beneath.

The melding of law and commerce, created a powerful synergy within the Jeon family. Their collective vision and values have transformed them into a force to be reckoned with, known far and wide as the untouchables in their city.

You subtly patted his back to signal that it was time to end the embrace.

"Mr. Jeon."

With a good-natured chuckle, you affectionately called Jeon Jungkook by his title. However, a hand gently pushed him away, playfully chiding him about personal space.

"Personal space, Kookie."

The man who had stood next to you, shielding you from Jungkook's exuberance, seemed to have a protective air about him.

"Hyung!!" He playfully whined and took a step back, turning his attention to you.

"Noona, what's with this 'Mr. Jeon' nonsense? I told you to call me JK at the wedding, didn't I? If you don't, I'll think you don't like me."

Jungkook's eyes darted around, and he continued with curiosity.

"Where's the little champ you brought from Switzerland?"

You chuckled and Wonwoo began to explain. "His name is Noel, and he's sleeping in the guestroom. He's not a commodity that we brought from there—"

"Yadi yada, sure—" He interrupted Wonwoo and turned to you, shifting the conversation with an impish grin.

"Noona, did you bring your spitfire assistant here too?"

Wonwoo corrected him with a touch of authority.

"It's 'heyongnim' for you, punk."

Jungkook made a dismissive sound and teased him.

"That's so boomer."

He then looked at you expectantly, waiting for an answer.

"Well, I thought this was a family-only thing."

"Psh… Well, technically, yes, but it's not a rule. Hyung's little midget Lee Chan is here. You know, Noona, there was a rumor that Hyung and him—"

Wonwoo swiftly intervened, his hand gently nudging your back, urging you to move.

"Okay, that's enough. Everyone must be waiting."

Jungkook burst into laughter and teased further. "Of course, the current star of this ring has finally arrived. You have no idea how desperately people are waiting for Noona, especially our aunt."

With a casual slinging of his duffle bag onto his back, Jungkook took the lead, walking ahead of you both.

"See you inside, Hyung."

He turned to you and tilted his head, looking intently into your eyes.

"Heyongnim."

With that, he strolled inside the estate.

The sprawling expanse of the Jeon's summer estate stretched far beyond what met the eye. Originally belonging to Wonwoo's grandfather, he had generously donated it to his wife's organization, ensuring that his sons became equal beneficiaries of this remarkable property. The estate, with its majestic aura, had often played host to a plethora of events over the years, including weddings, official functions, and gatherings like the grand Jeon family reunion taking place today.

As you approached the estate, you couldn't help but marvel at the sheer scale of the place. The ambiance was charged with anticipation, and you felt a sense of excitement as well as nervousness welling up within you.

This would be fun, you thought to yourself.

Stepping inside the tent where the entire Jeon family and their esteemed guests mostly family friends were gathered while the rest would arrive for the evening party, you noticed many of them dressed in equestrian attire. All eyes turned towards you as you made your entrance, their gazes lingering first on you and then on Wonwoo, his hand still resting gently on your back. The lively family table chatter gradually quieted down as the family members took notice of your arrival. You won't blame them its only been two weeks since media got the whiff of Noel and adoption, and some rumors also circulating that you maybe infertile that's why you adopted him to Noel maybe your love child from some affair and if you're being honest, if that were the case you wouldn't need to be standing here.

A woman with pink-dyed streaks, possibly one of Wonwoo's cousins, was the first to break the silence with a playful remark.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't the talk of the town—the 'It' couple these days."

Her comment was met with collective chuckles.

As the greetings were exchanged one by one, a sense of formality and expectation lingered in the air. You kissed your Mother-in-laws cheeks When Wonwoo's father extended an invitation for you to sit next to him, it felt like an invitation into the Bermuda Triangle itself. To his right was Han-Jeon Heari, and seated next to her was Jeon Jaehyun, leaving the seat on his left vacant. You and Wonwoo exchanged a brief, apprehensive look.

Before Wonwoo could interject, one of his friends and cousins called out to him from the other side of the tent. You gave him an assuring nod as he made his way over. The sudden change in his direction prompted a humorous comment from someone in the vicinity.

"I never thought I'd live long enough to see the day where Wonwoo would take his wife's permission before going anywhere."

Another voice chimed in with a gravelly laugh. "Leave them alone, punk. They're newlyweds."

"Ahh, the bliss of the honeymoon phase."

The voice belonged to Han Joon-hee, the woman with the pink-streaked hair. Her comment was cut short by her mother, who cleared her throat and halted her daughter from saying anything further.

With grace and composure, you proceeded to take your place, walking over and settling into the chair to the left of your father-in-law.

"Father, Uncle, Aunt."

You addressed each of them respectfully, acknowledging their presence. The server offered assistance as you took your seat.

When your father-in-law inquired about Noel's whereabouts, you responded with a smile, "He was tired, so he's napping in the guest room."

He seemed pleased by your response and expressed a desire to spend time with the young boy during the polo match. His intention was to teach Noel some of the Jeon family's ways and traditions, considering him a part of the family now. You nodded in agreement, and he settled back, enjoying his tea and watching you closely. The intense scrutiny from him and others at the table didn't go unnoticed, and although something felt off about Wonwoo's aunt, his father had always been warm and welcoming to you. Meanwhile, Wonwoo's mother had been somewhat distant in recent days.

Keeping her coffee mug down Wonwoo's aunt began, "I remember when I was young, I was having some trouble conceiving joon-hee so my husband and I thought why don't we adopt a child , like our daughter-in-law here. Mom, Dad, and even Oppa were so against it. They kept on saying, 'A stranger is a stranger, and blood is blood. You know, 'Blood is thicker than water.' Huh, old times. But I bet times have changed. Young people now know best, In our times no decision was taken without talking to elders but now old people like us get informed that this is a decision we have taken. I guess it true people have it more difficult when it comes to their own flesh and blood"

"Haeri."

Wonwoo's father warned her gently, and she turned to you with an apologetic smile.

"It's alright, Oppa. I'm just saying, oh—I'm sorry, I meant no malice nor offense, darling. I hope you understand."

Her words were accompanied by a charming smile. She must have been a striking beauty in her youth, exuding intelligence and sophistication.

"No, it's alright. I know you mean no harm. It's nice that Aunt cares so much about us."

"Of course, at the end of the day, it's a question about our oppa's and nephew's legacy. If you want, in our hospital, we have the country's top fertility center."

Wonwoo's uncle intervened "I think that would be enough, Noona. Let the child breathe. The kids Nowadays know what they're doing."

He tilted his head towards his brother.

"Right, Hyung?"

She was about to speak up when you added, "Then you didn't tell them the full saying? That sometimes 'The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb.'"

She regarded you thoughtfully for a few moments and irking slience looming over the four of you and then spoke, "You're a reflection of Kaori, through and through. No wonder why our Wonwoo is so enamored by you." She chuckled before delivering the final blow. "Like father, like son."

"Haeri!"

Wonwoo's father's voice was loud enough to silence all chatter at the table. Wonwoo's head snapped in your direction, and he prepared to intervene. However, you shook your head, signaling for him to halt.

"Yeobo…" Wonwoo's mother looked at you from the other end of the table. The younger siblings, trying to lighten the mood, started laughing, pretending it was a jest between siblings. This helped to dissipate the tension.

"Oppa is still so easy to ruffle with."

Everyone sighed in relief and resumed their conversations, but the glances between Wonwoo and his parents lingered for a moment before they were pulled back into their respective discussions.

"What is done is done. Haeri still doesn't know how to draw the line between taunt and sarcasm." Uncle offered Don't worry, Y/N. You'll get the hang of it with time."

You thought, I'd rather not.

As the conversation continued, you found yourself engaging with Uncle Jaehyun and your father-in-law.

"So, Hyung was telling me that you finished your studies in Switzerland and even branched your father's company there? That's remarkable… You know, Y/n, I have to say your upcoming designs and exhibition look promising."

"Thank you, Uncle. It means a lot coming from you."

''Any plans for expanding your wings to the clothing side, since you've already stepped into the hotel field?"

He raised an eyebrow playfully, and you mirrored his expression, responding in a jestful tone.

"Let's see if I find a good manufacturer. I can try my hand at that. Anyone you suggest?"

"Ooohoooo, I like her! Ya, Wonu Ya, you got a good one, punk!"

Everyone laughed, and you couldn't help but a little embaressed . The conversation continued, mostly between Uncle Jaehyun and your father-in-law. Aunt Haeri chimed in with some quips here and there. Then, Wonwoo's mother joined this side of the table and placed her hands on her husband's shoulders.

"Honey, it's time for your meds."

He placed his hands over hers and nodded. Then, he turned to you with a kind smile.

"Y/N, would you like to walk this old man to his room?"

"It would be an honor."

You rose from your seat and took your father-in-law's extended arm, exchanging smiles with your mother-in-law. Wonwoo was about to ask something, but his father intervened.

"I just want to have a little chat with my daughter. Sit back down."

With that, you started walking to accompany your father-in-law till his room.

When a boisterous voice called out, "Noona, would you like to play?" a sharp glare was thrown in his direction. He quickly corrected himself, addressing you with a more respectful tone, "HeyongNim, would you like to play?"

You offered a warm smile as you looked at your father-in-law and then at Wonwoo. Your father-in-law's expression was encouraging, but Wonwoo's gaze was reluctant. He hesitated before responding, "I don't think that would be a good idea."

You immediately challenged him, asking, "And why is that?"

Wonwoo hesitated again before replying, "Do you know how to play polo?"

With a confident tone, you retorted, "Of course I do."

Wonwoo seemed taken aback, "Well, you never told me."

With a mischievous smile, you replied, "You never asked."

Wonwoo began, "I was going to—"

But before he could finish, Jungkook interjected, "Oh ho, enough with the lovers' bickering. Noona, my team is a player short. Would you like to join us? We'll beat Wonwoo Hyung's ass."

A stern voice admonished Jungkook, and he apologized, "Sorry, ma. Ya, as I was saying, would you like to kick his butt?"

You agreed, "Sure, but I think by now he's used to it."

Your response elicited laughter from people near by in the tent.

Wonwoo challenged you, "I'd like to see you try. I haven't lost a single match since '08."

You retorted confidently, "Then mark the calendars, we're going to witness history in the making."

The challenging fire blazed in both your eyes as you exchanged words.

Jungkook chimed in, "You've got yourself a deal."

With an echo of "oooooo" in the tent, you started walking with Wonwoo's father to his room. As you departed, you glanced back to see Wonwoo playfully putting Jungkook in a headlock and saying something along the lines of, "Who are you to form teams with my wife, punk?"

A smile formed on your lips as you continued your steps inside the estate.

His voice interrupted your thoughts as he said, "You know, Y/N…"

The unexpected words startled you, almost causing you to forget that you were walking with Wonwoo's father. The two of you were surrounded by portraits and art pieces collected by his mother, adorning the high walls. Each piece bore witness to many conversations and had been the subject of various stares.

He continued, "I always loved children. There is a twelve-year gap between my siblings and me, so it's safe to say they didn't experience the things I did. I'm grateful for that, but I always wanted to have many children, at least four. However, before Wonwoo, Sunmi, and I, we lost two of our children during the early stages of pregnancy."

Your heart went out to them, and you offered your condolences, "I'm sorry that you both had to go through that."

His eyes held a tinge of sadness as he gave you a sad smile, "And when Wonwoo came to us, we decided we would fulfill our wishes. So, even if we don't have many children, we'll play with our grandchildren. Then you both introduced Noel to us, and I was greatly disappointed, thinking that maybe I'd never have the pleasure of playing with my son's children. But then Wonwoo told me the whole story, and if I'm being honest, I'm ashamed of myself for the things I said that day and for jumping to conclusions. What you said was right: sometimes the relationships we choose are stronger than the ones we're born into. This old man has a lot of unlearning to do, so I hope you'll be understanding of where I came from."

You both halted in front of the master bedroom. His hand affectionately patted your head as he continued, "Your parents did a good job. Well, I wouldn't expect anything less from Kaori. She's always been someone with unshakeable principles. I'm glad you take after her, and my son recognized that. Take good care of my son; he might be a little stubborn and a sore loser, but he tends to suffer alone."

You replied, "I will try my best, Father," a sense of melancholy settling in your heart, that in a way for your personal benefit you're putting so many people's emotions and affection at stake, I hope after I leave Wonwoo marries a person who would truly make him and his parents happy you thought. "Y/N, if it's okay with you, I'd like to take Noel with us tomorrow for the fishing trip."

You contemplated the request and then said, "I will ask Noel and let you know. But I truly appreciate you making Noel feel included. Life has not been kind to him."

"I know kid, Now go and kick my son's ass he's been too smug about this winning streak of his" and shut the door with a wink.

...

...

After dressing in your equestrian outfit, you headed outside with Noel. As you joined the gathering, Wonwoo's mother called him over and introduced him to everyone. Noel's grip on your hand was tight, and he looked a bit nervous.

As Noel stood with you, Wonwoo's mother addressed the family, "I'd like you all to meet Noel, our newest family member."

The family members turned their attention to Noel, offering polite smiles and hellos. Noel, feeling a bit overwhelmed, replied with a soft-spoken, "Hello."

Amidst the chattering adults, a young girl named Kwon Somi, She was maybe Joon-Hee's daughter you recalled, her mother was in the ground strolling in her horse. The girl must be around 5 or 6 years old, approached Noel. With a friendly smile, she held out her hand and said, "Hi, I'm Somi. Want to play Jenga with us?"

Noel hesitated for a moment, looking at you for guidance. You encouraged him, saying, "It's okay, Noel. Go have fun with them."

With your support, Noel took Somi's hand, and she led him towards the kids' tent. As they walked away, you could hear their excited chatter:

"This is my new aunt's new son, Noel. He's new."

"Hi, Noel! I'm Daniel. Do you like playing Jenga?"

"Yeah, I do. I've played it before, Victor, JJ and I used to play it all the time."

"Great! We have a big Jenga set. Let's see who can make the tallest tower!"

"Sounds like fun!"

"Who's JJ"

"Who know's maybe one of his nannies"

After Noel left you gestured to Tham to follow and keep an eye on him.

Wonwoo's mother inquired about your father-in-law, and you informed her, "He said he'll be back after a little rest."

You walked outside the tent, The horses stood tall and majestic, bathed in the soft sunlight. Lilian, with her pristine white coat, looked graceful and elegant, while JoJo, a rich chestnut brown, exuded strength and power. The polo field was meticulously groomed, with the fresh green grass neatly divided into sections.

As Wonwoo entered with Lilian and JoJo, he gently held their reins, expertly guiding them towards you. With a warm smile, you reached out to pat JoJo's muscular neck, feeling the energy and excitement in the air. His coat was soft and velvety under your touch, and he snorted in anticipation. JoJo has been Wonwoo's Horse since he was 18years old and for the first time he has let anyone except him and the groomer touch him, even when Jungkook tried to ride him, he almost started buckling till the moment he felt his weight was off his back. You mounted on JoJo as if it was fate you both bonded within seconds, and started walking to the field.

He turned to Lilian and said "I guess it's us against them my love" and mounted on her.

On the opposite side, Jungkook confidently rode a beautiful black horse with a striking mane. It was a magnificent sight, the animals and their riders forming a thrilling ensemble.

As Jungkook signaled the start of the match, the players moved into their respective positions. The game was intense, with the ball flying across the field as the teams clashed, attempting to score a goal. The first half ended with the score tied.

There was the moment when you and wonwoo came across each other, when he smugly said,

"Give up your fantasy wife, I am winning this game"

"I'd like to see you try, Husband."

In the final few minutes of the game, you made a swift and daring move. You circled around Wonwoo's horse, evading his attempts to block your path. Your eyes locked and gave him a wink, making wonwoo blank for a few beats With finesse, you managed to pass the ball to Jungkook, who was positioned perfectly.

"YOU SNOOZE YOU LOOSE", You shouted.

Jungkook seized the opportunity and struck the ball with precision. It soared through the air, hitting the target, and the crowd erupted into cheers. Your team had won the match, creating history with the incredible goal.

The laughter and jubilation that followed were infectious. Wonwoo who was left dumbstruck in the middle of the field couldn't help but smile at your triumph, and his mother, who had been watching closely, couldn't help but share in the joy of the moment.

She pushed aside her sister-in-law's remarks and sipped her mimosa, her heart filled with pride and happiness. 'They truly suit each other' she thought to herself she turned and looked at Noel who was having a great time learning tricks with Jenga from her husband.

....

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The evening arrived and the party down stairs started and the moonlight enveloped you, casting a warm and inviting glow in your room. He can't recall when he walked out of the wardrobe but Wonwoo stood there, struck by your sheer beauty as you adorned your maroon floor-length off-shoulder velvet dress. The fabric clung to your body in all the right places, accentuating your figure. The color complemented your skin tone and made your eyes sparkle with a special radiance.

His eyes were mesmerized as they traced the lines of your dress, and he felt a rush of pride and longing. Wonwoo couldn't help but admire how breathtaking you looked in that moment. The soft candlelight flickered around you, adding to the enchantment.

With a soft smile, his feet developed a mind of their own and approached you and offered his assistance. You were having a bit of trouble clasping a bracelet, so he gently took your hand and, with deft fingers, secured the delicate piece of jewelry in place. Your skin felt soft and warm against his, and he couldn't resist planting a tender kiss on your wrist, right above the bracelet. Making your heart beat quicken, its not like it is the first time he has kissed your hand, but this time there is a palpable tension lingering in the room, your gazes stuck on each other. You retrieved your hand from his soft grasp and mumbled a quick 'Thank you'.

The faint sounds of music floated into your room, a gentle reminder of the festivities taking place below. The guests were arriving one by one, and the atmosphere was alive with laughter and conversation. People mingled, drinks flowed, and the energy of the evening was infectious.

You and Wonwoo made your way through the crowd, greeting familiar faces and potential clients. Han Joon-Hee's Father-In-Law, who had been a steadfast supporter of Wonwoo's ventures, engaged in a conversation with you, discussing business and investments. The evening was a perfect blend of family, friends, and networking, and as the night went on, you couldn't help but feel some stares thrown at you some with curiousity some with pity, and the whispers heightening in volume.

Eleanor and her husband, Lee Joonsuk, made a grand entrance, drawing the collective attention of the room. Lee Joonsuk was a man in his 40s, standing at 5'10" with teeth so unnaturally white that they seemed to gleam under the lights. Despite the teeth, he was not that bad looking, with a head of black wavy hair that caught the eye.

Eleanor's arrival sent ripples of curiosity through the room. The affair between her and Wonwoo was the worst-kept secret in their social circles. All eyes were on you, gauging your reaction, as Eleanor approached you. She assessed you up and down and extended her hand, and small smile saying, "Ms. L/N."

You stared at her hand for a moment, the air tense, before you took it, allowing a polite smile to grace your lips. You went for the customary kiss on the cheeks and whispered in her ear, "I go by Mrs. Jeon now." The room seemed to collectively exhale, the tension dissipating, but Eleanor's expression shifted, as if she'd just been doused with cold water of reality on her.

For most of the evening, Wonwoo had been standing by your side, his hands subtly at your waist, his thumb tracing absentminded circles on the small of your back. Superficial conversations flowed around you. However, as Eleanor approached, Wonwoo's hands had found your waist with a slightly firmer grip, his thumb caressing your back. The air grew thick with an unspoken tension.

Eleanor engaged in small talk for a while, then wandered off to speak to someone else. Jungkook arrived, dragging Lee Joonsuk and Wonwoo to the bar. He gave your waist a gentle squeeze before excusing himself. Jungkook raised the topic of one of wonwoo's latest ventures Joonsuk also started to take interest in the resort, but Wonwoo had no intention of indulging him at that moment nor anywhere near future.

You found yourself in a conversation with Jungkook's mom and her brother when your phone rang. You excused yourself to the veranda, to answer Racheal's call,

"Madam all I could rather was there is a section of a plot away from the resort where Mr. Jeon aims to build a auditorium but I am uncertain of what type."

"Auditorium, never mind it, I will ask him directly about it, thank you for the hard work, By the way did I tell you, there was someone who was expecting to see you."

"Then I am glad it was not fulfilled, Whoever kept them."

Interesting.

Just as you were about to return to the gathering, you spotted Eleanor walking onto the veranda, her presence casting another layer of intrigue over the evening.

Eleanor's midnight blue gown clinging to her waist, as she retrieved a cigarette from her silver clutch and extended the offer to you, which you politely declined. As she began speaking, you couldn't help but feel amused by the irony of your situation – always caught between clichés.

"I'm sure you're aware that Wonwoo and I go way back," she started.

You took a sip of your drink and nodded. Her revelation piqued your curiosity, wondering where this conversation was heading.

"And what about it?" you inquired.

Eleanor leaned in slightly, her tone dripping with casual nonchalance. "Nothing, really. I'm just glad he finally got his hands on the land he's always craved. He was crazy about Bourbon Street, and he used to take me there. We'd look at the stars, and he promised me he'd build me a house there. But look how things turned out," she chuckled.

Understanding dawned upon you. Wonwoo's obsession with the land was more about fulfilling a long-standing promise to Eleanor than just a business venture. You couldn't help but feel a sense of empathy for her, given the circumstances.

"Don't take it to heart, Y/N," she continued. "I know you're a smart girl, and if I could offer you some advice, girl to girl—"

"You know, Mrs. Lee," you interjected, "I think you're a woman who's wasting her potential on the wrong things."

Her expression shifted from surprise to intrigue. "Pardon?" she said.

"I saw your speech at UCLA, and I was genuinely happy to see a woman with the potential to lead, not just act as a marionette in the hands of those who use women as shields to gain women's support and then pass laws that end up subjugating them rather than liberating them," you explained. "So, seeing you waste your potential over a man who doesn't even want you is disappointing, girl to girl."

Eleanor's eyes wavered for a moment before she regained her composure. "I underestimated you. You're more astute than I anticipated," she admitted.

"What can I say? Don't judge a book by its cover," you replied with a shrug. As you turned to leave, she muttered, "A man never forgets his first love."

You paused for a moment before responding, "If the first love's experience is anything like yours, he'd be a fool if he did."

Eleanor's retort was swift and venomous, "You bitch."

But you paid her no heed, choosing instead to exit the balcony. As you heard someone calling for Mrs. Lee, you decided not to linger and investigate further. Ignoring the pale face you could only imagine she had, you left the balcony behind and headed inside. A sense of weariness settled over you, and you wanted to take a moment to rest.

Your intention was to find Noel and see how he was doing. Making your way to the area where he was playing with the other kids, you overheard a conversation between two individuals. Intrigued, you paused.

"Did you hear about the boy the eldest grandson has adopted?" The hushed conversation caught your attention.

"What about it?" The second voice was curious.

"I've heard from my sister, who works there, that CEO Jeon is a very tactful businessman. When he found out that the boy his daughter-in-law adopted is worth no less than 2 billion, he did a complete 180. Both the father and the son have done a great job."

"That's more money than most of us will ever see in our lifetimes."

"I mean, what else can I expect? I heard Master Wonwoo’s grandfather used to be a constructor and a loan shark. Poor L/Ns, where they've got themselves, trapped into."

Your blood rushed to your ears, and anger surged through you. You contemplated rushing over to fetch Noel and confront the issue head-on. when you suddenly sensed someone standing behind you.

Turning slowly, you met Wonwoo's intense gaze. His lips were drawn in a firm line, and he watched you with anticipation, curious about your next move. Your feet felt as though they were glued to the ground. His demeanor was unexpectedly calm, sending a shiver down your spine.

TBC

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EXTRA:

Moving is never easy, especially for a seven-year-old like Noel. He often wonders if his mama and papa hadn't passed away, maybe his Tante wouldn't have had to go through all the trouble of adopting him. The constant arguments between both sets of grandparents had left him feeling like a burden. He knows his Tante and her husband did a lot for him, but he still sometimes wishes things could go back to how they were before they got married.

His new school in this foreign place was another challenge. While the school itself felt like something out of a sci-fi movie from the future, the kids there were harsh and disrespectful. They wouldn't even say thank you to the doorman or the lunch lady. They'd spill drinks when the cleaning lady was mopping the floor. It was all very confusing for Noel.

His classmates were smart and involved in various activities, but they seemed to follow strange rules. When he told them to complain to their parents, they revealed that they were afraid of their mama and papa. They said if they ever complained, their parents would hit them or abandon them. Noel knew he could talk to his Tante and her husband if something bothered him, but these kids were different.

He remembered the day his classmate Leigh-Ana brought a phone to school, and it got confiscated. His classmates were initially friendly, but after their phones buzzed collectively in class one day, they started teasing him. They said he didn't have parents and that his Tante was raising him out of charity, so he should work hard and pay her back. That night, he cried for the first time since arriving here. He wondered if he truly was a burden.

That night, he didn't feel like eating, despite his aunty Tham's efforts. It was later when his Tante entered his room after knocking and saw him lying under the quilt.

"Hey, baby boy," she said softly.

Noel didn't respond.

"Did something happen at school?" she asked, glancing around the room. "Are you mad at Tante?"

..

"Baby, how will I know if you don't tell me? Remember what I told you: knots of the heart untie when you loosen the strings of your mouth."

...

She felt dejected. "Will you tell me when you're ready?"

There was a barely audible "yes."

She gently caressed his head and left the room, telling Tham to give him a glass of milk and something to eat if he felt like it.

Wonwoo had just returned from the office and overheard Noel's nanny and housekeeper talking about the situation at school. They were concerned about Noel being teased by his classmates.

"Compared to the kids in his school, Master Noel is an angel," one of them said. ‘Because of this even madam didn’t have dinner.’

Wonwoo decided to intervene. He told them not to inform Y/N about the issue and that he would handle it personally. He then instructed them to bring both of their dinner to Y/N's room.

This Saturday was different for Wonwoo as he had a plan. He knocked on Noel's door.

"Yes?" came a muffled voice.

He opened the door and found Noel surrounded by Lego pieces, working on a science project titled "World in 2050."

"This is cool. What is it about?" Wonwoo asked, genuinely interested.

Noel, still focused on his project, replied, "I saw in a movie that in 2050, the world will be submerged in water and everything will be destroyed. So, I'm building an underwater world where we will live in submarines."

"That sounds fascinating. How do you plan to create the underwater effect?"

Noel gave him an incredulous look. "After I'm done, I'll put it in an aquarium."

Wonwoo chuckled. "I see. So, you'll build a Lego world that weighs more than you and manage to put it inside an aquarium all by yourself, huh?"

Noel looked at him, unsure how to respond.

"Don't you think you should take the help of an adult? This competition is about Father's Day science exhibition."

Noel slumped his shoulders and replied, "I don't have a father. If you're done mocking me, you can leave."

Wonwoo smiled and said, "But you have me."

Noel retorted, "You're not my dad."

Wonwoo laughed. "Who said I was?"

"Well, if you need my help, I'll be in the living room."

Wonwoo turned to leave when Noel called out, "Wait! Tante's Husband."

Wonwoo turned back. "Yes?"

"You can call me Uncle."

"Fine, Uncle. Would you like me to help you with this project? But don't tell Tante; I want to win this without her help and surprise her."

Wonwoo picked up the picture again, and they began discussing the project in earnest.

As they worked late into the night, Noel was almost half-asleep on Wonwoo's lap. He mumbled, "I want to grow up and make my Tante proud, earn a lot of money so I can pay her back. She has suffered a lot because of me."

Wonwoo assured him, "I don't think your Tante needs your money, champ. All she needs is for you to grow up well and become a good person."

"Why?"

"Because that's what you do when you love someone. People who truly love, They don't do it to get something back; they do it simply because they love the other person."

Noel nodded, and Wonwoo continued to work on the project.

Past midnight, Noel was half-asleep in bed, and Wonwoo was finishing the painting around the cardboard for the project. Noel mumbled, "Hey uncle, can i call you "dad' at school?."

"Why?" Wonwoo asked.

"Because they said I shouldn't participate in this because I don't have a dad."

Wonwoo smiled and agreed, "Sure."

Noel then thanked Wonwoo for not sharing the conversation with Tham and Ajhumma with Y/N.

“You heard”

“Yes your voice is not exactly that soft and I went there to keep the empty milk glass”  wonwoo nodded. 

“Tante is not bad but sometimes she goes really overboard with certain things”

Making Wonwoo laugh and mumble a soft I know.

After finishing the project together, Wonwoo set the cardboard aside to dry and put Noel to bed. He returned the empty dinner plates and pizza boxes to the kitchen and then sent a text to Chan to clear all his meetings for Monday after 1.

...

The day of the science exhibition arrived. As time passed, Noel's table garnered a lot of attention. He was proud of his work but also felt a little uneasy since he was the only student without an adult by his side. Some boys in the corner snickering at him. The judges were just two tables away. His shoulders shrunk, when he felt whispers around him when someone stood next to him and put their hand on his shoulder. 

As if someone took all the shine of the stars and put it in Noel’s blue eyes, his face brightened when he saw Wonwoo standing next to him, “Noel who is this” one of noel’s classmates in the table next to him asked, “He’s my dad” 

The child’s father recognized him, “oh aren't you Jeon Wonwoo of JJ group”

“Yes” they exchanged business card. 

When Noel's class teacher approached them, was shocked to see Wonwoo there as it was usually you who accompanied him in any event since he came here. Wonwoo told them you are at work and said ‘Thank you taking good care of my son’ she thanked him and moved to the next table.

As the science projects were being judged, Noel won the second prize. He was thrilled by his achievement, but more importantly, he felt a sense of belonging and love. He realized that he wasn't a burden, and the people who cared about him didn't do things out of obligation but out of love.

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#Kids are such fragile creatures. #aquamarine #kpop fluff #kpop angst #kpop smut #seventeen #fanfiction #jeon wonwoo x reader #seventeen fanfic #seventeen fluff #seventeen scenarios #jeon jungkook #bts

[yimejk]

Bts Reaction When You fall Asleep On Top Of Them

Seokjin:

At first he didn't pay attention to you. Too engrossed into movie about two lovers who have madly fell in love imaging you and him with tham sams scenarios that occured in the film. But he was pulled from his dreamy thoughts when he felt you shift and your little precious form laying at his side of body. Ever so slowly he pulled your body flush to his and gentle kissed your cheek. With a quite murmured goodnight and content smile he followed you into yours imaginary paradise.

Yoongi:

It was a cloudy day. The tale tale sight of pouring rain awaiting. On days like this it was great way to tak advantage of Y/n's affection. So when I heard the first drops of rain I pulled Y/n into my lap. She cutely snuggled in my neck. She made a sound alike a purr. I proudly grinned. Satisfied to have this affect on her made me feel so nice. I am glad she already started relying on me more

Namjoon:

It was midnight when I heard tossing. Sheets were sprawled everywhere. I looked right to see sweaty Y/n. I reached for her forehead to acknowledge she has fever. I gently sat her up. I pulled her top through jer head. She flinched from the sudden cold. I quickly discarded it into a laundry bin. It was all wet. I gave her one of my t-shirts. I made her take a pill. She drank a big gulps of water. When she was done I pulled her to lie at me and we then were drifting off again.

Hoseok:

Today marked the 62. day. It was our anniversary. I was beyond the clouds. I suggest to my dear wifey Y/n to have picnic in backyard. She enthusiastically confirmed she would gladly. Now we are laying at the soft blanket. With full belly we fell asleep. I woke up when I felt Y/n cling to me. She looked absolutely adorable. I pecked her on nose and tightly hugged her to myself.

Jimin:

I was at my studio when I heard shallow knocking. Confusedly I went to answer it. At the door was my bestfriend and the love of my life Y/n. She lazily made her way into studio. I closed the door after her and turned to her. In the meantime she sleepily made a grabby hands at me. I chuckled and walked to her. I made us lay on one of the many couch I have here. I wrapped my hands around her middle and just like that she was peacefully sleeping.

Taehyung:

Me and my fiancee Y/n were waiting in library for my friend. Because of that we had to wake up a little earlier. And with my sleepyhead it was hard task to convince her to go with me. In the end here we are. But as time pass I can see clearly how exhausted she is. To not make her fell asleep in this uncomfortable chair I pulled her to sit in my lap instead. I a few minutes she was put like light.

Jungkook:

It was 1 AM in morning. I slowly crept into mine and Y/n's home. It was late so I made sure to not to disturb Y/n's sleeping. I quickly washed myself and went into a bed. Y/n was nestled at my side of bed. I subtly hitched her up . I myself lay down on the mattresses. Like that I made Y/n lie down on me. I delicately stoked her hair and went into dreamland.

Credits to the owner of the giphs.

I tried something different so hope you like it. Have a nice day:)

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[futureplayboibunnie]

How about sex magic with dr strange and female!reader?

‘5 hours’

Dr Strange x fem! reader

i love this idea and i hope y’all like my take on it <3

SMUT SO MDNI

Stephen's endless nerves were fraying his mind.

When he was like this, he often tried to keep himself occupied with his head buried in spellbooks with his eyes scanning every word on the tapered pages to absolve himself of any thought.

He was nervous because he wanted try something new with you in the bedroom but he didn't want to cross any boundaries. Stephen concocted the idea when he thought of the time you and him hadn't seen each other in a while, and once you did- the sex that ensued after was borderline explosive. A new type of potent drug.

Maybe he could amplify it; conjuring up a spell that made you both extremely needy, for a lack of better words, and then trying to see how long you could both stay away from each other. If he could make you all horny for him and then put an impossible space between you, it would make your inevitable collision even more destructive.

Stephen sat on the idea for a while.

When he was finished with his duties, you were waiting in his room to embrace him and the heavy duty scent attatched to his collar. You wrapped your arms around him as you breathed into his neck, ready to kiss all of his worries and troubles away with the wind, but he was stagnant and not melting into you the way he always does. It left you confused.

‘’What's wrong?’’ You smiled as you rested your head on his shoulder, your front to his back; squeezing tightly as if you would die if you let go.

‘’Nothing...just kept thinking about you.’’ Stephen replied startled by your inquisition his voice was quiet as if he had something weighing on his chest.

‘’Flattered.’’ You joked dryly and he couldn't help but let out a low chuckle.

‘’Tell me what you're thinking, or better yet- what you want me to do.‘’ You bit your lip as you stared sideways at him, Stephen rotated his head to view the stifle of your smirk.

‘’…Wanna try something with you.’’ He finally spat out, words broken up due to the sheer fraying of his nerve endings. He was wincing in anticipation for your reply.

‘’What depraved thing do you want to do to me next?’’ You kissed the soft skin of his rigid neck and he began shaking under your ever immortal and longing gaze. He paused before speaking and it made excitement brew within you.

‘’Nothing.’’ Stephen stated plainly. You raised your eyebrow in concern. ‘’I want us to see if we can do nothing.’’

‘’I'm listening.’’

‘’There's this spell in the Love and Deception spellbook I saw and...I wanna try it.’’ Your heart was melting at his cute and nervous disposition, it was adorable seeing him flushing and flustered.

‘’It apparently increases sex drive and it makes you so impossibly hot and wet.’’ You could quite literally sense the wicked smile tugging at the corners of his lips and it made you that much more fond of the idea.

‘’Horny pills but make it mystical.’’ You half smiled and Stephen laughed at your crudeness.

‘’Wanna see how long I can stay away from you. Test my tolerance.’’ He whispered and your head just ground into his neck in response, wanting to feel him as you presumed that this was the last time in a while you got to touch him. It was as if Stephen was testing himself and his patience, he could be quite hot headed at times and you just goaded it on because you loved it more than anything. He thought it would be impossible to want you even more tham he does already, but this could make it reaches levels he thought were inachievable.

‘’I'm not allowed to get myself off?’’ You pouted. He shook his head menacingly and it made chills embalm the skin of your neck.

‘’This is gonna be fun.’’

With a curl and curve of his hand, he flicked his wrist and covered you both in a sparkling dust before it dissipated into thin unmisted air. You didn't feel different and neither did he but he had to say goodbye to you now and it made your insides wilt. Stephen conjured up a portal to your apartment and he was feeling confident that he would be fine without you. You gave him a defeated wave as you stepped through.

‘’I'll see you whenever you've admitted defeat.’’ You winked playfully at his incandescent and unwavering charm you've grown to love and admire.

‘’You won't be seeing me sweetheart.’’ He clicked his tongue, finally leaving you behind with those last lingering words.

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8PM

Once you left the Sanctum, you weren't feeling anything but a prolonged boredom and that time was against you. Deciding to fix this issue, you attempted to pass the time through reading; time always went faster when curled into a seat with a book in your lap. You were waiting for the effects of such an ancient spell to kick in and remind you of the first time and you and Stephen truly wanted each other.

Stephen had a similar idea to you, passing the time through menial circumstances in order to truly test his patience. In his room, he decided to occupy his time through practicing an array of other spells he needed in his physical index and in his mind. He actually felt more easy going than usual- if only he knew that this was a small mercy bestowed onto anyone who used the spell.

9PM

You huffed as your body began to feel increasingly rigid and you could quite literally feel the oil of your finger transferring onto the slim paper of the book.

You cocked your head as you found yourself ripping away at your cuticles and biting away at your fingernails. You never bit your nails and your brows creased in discomposure. Feeling your heart dip and thrum slightly, you gained your sentient composure and tried to ignore these annoying little cues. Stephen on the other hand had his interest pique with every small passing thought of you. He felt a little uneasy; he could feel the bones weighing in on his body and it made him lose his focus, mind disconnected to heart: he felt like it wasn't time to give in yet.

11PM

Your brain was starting to fry a little, everytime your thumb brushed over your lip you imagined it was Stephen illiciting these feather light touches onto you and your parting flesh. Your book was long gone as it's spine collapsed onto the floor and alcohol was all your mind was on. It was either sex or alcohol, neither seemed entirely healthy at this point but you were willing to go with the latter, the choice in which you weren't seen as a failure. Your eyes were slightly heavier than before and your peripheral was becoming more cloudy by the second: clouded by little specks of desire.

Stephen couldn't control any of his spells, he magic flowing between his fingers were bursting out in powdered explosions. His sighs of frustration were blocking his train of thought, his mind was relaying thoughts of you like a cinematic masterpiece- you in bed, in his bed, naked. It was painful thinking about it but it was that good pain, the slow movements of desire. The hurt wasn't here yet.

1AM

Barely 5 hours had passed.

5 measly hours.

You were about to cry, your moans at literal nothingness were soaked in agony as you fell onto your dining table and stumbled to the ground, clattering the chairs in the way. Now you were on the floor, breathless and hot like a bitch in heat, writhing around in the floor in the torturous pain you couldn't absolve yourself of. Your nipples were impossibly hard, straining against your tee and you felt far too clothed for your own good. You pussy was soppy wet and all you could think, sense and desire was…

Stephen fucking Strange.

You stood up from the floor as the mental image of Stephen making you feel good made a broken whine collapse out of you, you ripped your clothes off and whined at the fact you couldn't get yourself off. You were only left in your bra and underwear, itching for the sweat coating your body to condense away into the air that was becoming impossibly thick that even a chainsaw couldn't cut through. Your hair was straying against the frame of your face, eyes creasing from the tensing of your perfectly formed brows and it made your face feel sewn up. Pacing up and down the space of your apartment, you bit away at your cuticles and nails till they bled. Your mind was solely focused on Stephen- your need for him was bordering on desperate delusion, you could hear the echoes of his never ending dirty talk whirr through your head and it made you that much more wet for him. It all felt so impossible.

5 hours.

5 hours.

Sweat was coating your body, the sheen almost sparkling in the dim light of your apartment with air as wild and erratic as your demeanour. You felt so pathetic that you were feeling this way already, you wondered how Stephen was doing at this time.

Stephen was doing as well as you were. He gawked at himself like an idiot as he stared at himself in his en suite mirror, barely clothed- only sporting some sweatpants. The layers of his robes with the addition of his cloak made him hotter than the blaring sun. Speaking of the sun, his skin felt like the surface of it: blazing hot. Staying away from you proved to be excrutiating, his eyes were blown out and black with the sheer need for you; to feel your skin on his, to stare you right in the pupil and watch your face contort as you cum onto him. That little gasp you make when he finally sinks into you was all his mind was on, replaying every single time he savoured you...and had you.

He wanted you right now- but he couldn't do anything about it.

His fingers were carding through his hair profusely due to his hands clenching into fists; the whites of his knuckles were adament with every passing thought of you. Stephen was splashing his face with water in his basin, attempting to cool away the fantasies of you away- but it only made his face burn in response. His mouth was dry and it frustrated him beyond sheer belief. He thought he would at least make it through a week, but he couldn't get through 5 goddamn hours. It was a blow to the ego for sure.

Stephen thought about calling you, he wasn't sure if he was cheating but he never said anything about not calling you; there was no physical contact involved in it. But no, he wasn't going to be a pussy and half cheat- if he was gonna cheat he would do it fully.

He tried to stick it out, he tried so hard but he just couldn't do it.

The waiting was painful, so painful to bare and he had to put himself out of his misery, so he did what any sane person would and that was rip a hole in the fabric of space and time Stephen opened a portal into your apartment and there he saw you, pacing around with your face buried in your hands half naked- he felt sorry for you.

Poor baby.

His presence took you by surprise, before you could properly register a physical reaction he just tugged you by the arm and pulled you through the portal; you haphazardly collided into his chest. You were in his room- the scent of him invading your senses made you moan. You blinked up at him, doe eyed and more than willing to let him have his way with you already. 5 hours was enough to make him realise that you were a drug and he needed his hit of you constantly.

‘’Too long.’’ You mumbled incoherently, the tip of your nose brushing his as his hands cradled your face. You melted into him as his thumb brushed against your lower lip. It was softer than ever.

‘’Promise you won't hold it against me..I-I just I can't stop wanting you.’’ His words were caught in his throat, it was almost as if saying it pained him.

You kissed his lips to make him shut up. Mouths colliding as your fingers intertwined in his hair, tugging on his scalp to make him open just that little bit wider and he obliged happily. You smoothed your tongue against his, tangling together as he pinched harder at your waist. Stephen spent no time in throwing you on his bed and slotting himself between your legs, nothing but the ambience of moonlight beaming up the room through the drapes and it angled your faces. Your body was coated with goosebumps in the hives, every touch that traced down your body felt like six sticks of dynamite. You kissed and bit down his neck leaving dark purple bruises blossoming down his neck.

‘’Don't tease, baby.’’ He glared down at you, eyes thinned and glassy at the mere sight of you writhing against him. Your lip was trembling as your eyes connected once more.

‘’Make me hurt Stephen, make me hurt till I feel good. I'm begging you.’’ You whined as you caught his stare, the mere gaze making your insides liquidate.

His hands latched at your bra and ripped it away exposing your bare chest to him. Stephen tore apart your panties as well and shimmied the fabric down your smooth legs, it was all so vulgar. The push and pull of the incessant manhandling made you that much more aroused- you thought it was impossible to even get to that point now but here you both are. His hands immediately pawed and played with your tits, his harsh bites made you moan uncontrollably; he was so happy when he got you like this but in this case it was different. It was completely and utterly animalistic. You were soaking wet and he was damn near salivating, it was all because of him and it was all for him too. He felt like a kid at Christmas

‘’I need to remind you of how derranged I get when I'm not with you- I can't be gentle.’’ Stephen peered up at you as he bit your nipples and tugged them back- it made you whimper pathetically.

Grabbing his face with one hand and trying to tug his pants down with the other, you tongued him and it reeked of pure desperation as teeth clashed against each other relentlessly. Stephen finally got his pants off and his cock sprung free, the way it looked like it was aching made a depraved thrill course through you and you were squirming to get it in you. When he sunk into you, the look on both of your faces was a mirror reflection- drunk in love. Being around you was one thing but being in you was a whole new level of intoxication and Stephen couldn't get enough. His thrusts were steady at first but when he started drawing high pitched moans out of you they became erratic. His hands tugged at your hair as his lips found hospice in the crook of your neck, you clawed at his back like a wild cat and as you dug your fingernails in him like a piece of meat he started to feel himself spiral.

Stephen always fucked you good, but this was different. It felt so fucking different, it was incredible and utterly enchanting. He always reached depths no one else had ever before but he was fucking you harder than him himself; he was beating his own record. You bit harshly at his earlobe and it caused a broken low grunt to escape the base of his throat. Your hips met his in a frenzy.

‘’Hurts so good.’’ You whispered in his ear and it made the hair on his arms stand up on end. Stephen knew you were close, you were clamping down on him so fucking nicely and his pain was slowly easing away with the bodily contact. His hand trailed down from your hair to your clit, his thumb playing with the pressure point like a dog with its favourite toy and that just did you in.

‘’You're so fucking perfect to me. Perfect for me. God you drive me insane.’’

Stephen leaned up to stare at your face, everytime you came he had to watch you do it; feeling it was merely part of the equation and only part of the full experience. He just loved watching you come undone through his touch. Eyes sparking against his, the piercing blue was all you could see through your fluttery lashes and heavy lidded gaze.

Your expression was that of pure extacy as you felt the white hot wash of euphoria course through your veins. You came on him as a loud scream ripped through your throat. Stephen felt the weight of his excrutiating arousal lift away as he gushed all over you with a gutteral groan, it was electric and relieving at the same time.

Your gazes were never ending as you both viewed each other for a moment, mouths agape with pants as you both gave each other knowing and confused looks at the same time.

It was a moment of weakness. Stephen ultimately broke the eye contact as he rested his head below your neck and onto your cleavage, nuzzling the soft tender skin there.His hands were on you so tightly it was as if his grip was to claim you as his. You broke the prolonged silence as your hands knotted in his hair and stoked it.

‘’That spell was..Jesus Christ. Don't think I've ever been so horny and sexually frustrated in my life.’’ You breathed out.

‘’5 hours. Fuck it was barely anything and I felt like I lost my mind. Thought I was going to be able to stay away from you for a week.’’

You guffawed at his honesty.

‘’You'd probably drive yourself maniacally insane if you tried.’’

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i know all i write is smut but if anyone wants me to do some fluffy or angsty fics i totally can just request it 4 me. I ALSO KNOW I NEED TO DO MY MASTERLIST BUT IM SO LAZY I’LL GET IT DONE I SWEAR

#dr stephen strange #dr strange angst #dr strange fluff #dr strange x fem!reader #dr strange x y/n #stephen strange smut #dr strange smut #stephen strange

[the-missann]

I've never had the chance to share this so ig I'll do it here.

So, I have a speech impediment. Yay.

Specifically a stutter and I've suffered bullying centered around my stuttering for years on end. (For some reason it was always by girls. Guys used to think my stutter was cute for some reason it's not btw).

My sutter is the prolongation of words and the block

I.e How areeeee you and I'm fin____

I wanted to share this for anyone else who's living with a stutter. I've noticed a few things.

I actually only stutter on vowels (lovely that every word has a vowel in it huh?)

I pretty much stop breathing when I talk (it's like my brain can only focus on one thing at a time)

Reading does not increase or decrease my stuttering.

I sometimes add extra words or pronounce words differently to avoid stuttering.

My stutter decreases dramatically when speaking to people who don't cut me off.

Now, I'll go through and explain them to help anyone who may have similar issues.

For 1, I noticed around four years ago that I actually only stutter on words that have a vowel sound. I sat down with myself and talked for a bit and found that every word I stuttered on, it was at the vowel sound.

Shockingly, even words that begin with a vowel sound I stutter over, I'll give details on that later.

So, the best way I've learn to handle this is to stop when I know a word has a vowel and I stutter on that word, so I'll say something like:

Everything is all ready done.

Separating them into two words seems to prevent me from stuttering.

2 might also just be my anxiety, but for the sake of this post, let's say it's not. I noticed I'm usually out of breath when I talk. I do talk fast, but I mean like I just ran a marathon out of breath from just saying a simple sentense.

The best way I can describe it is like when you're singing a song. You try and sing the full line as the singer does, but most of us haven't trained our lungs so we end up breathless by the end of it.

I still do this, but it's gotten better as I've learned to breathe from my diaphragm when I talk instead of my chest.

3 I'm really saying for anyone trying to help someone with a stutter. This does not help someone to calm their stutter. As a kid, my parents sat me down and assumed if I read aloud I would learn not to stutter, but it makes no difference.

My advice is to just be patient. That person knows they stutter, let them take their time and they'll eventually get out what they need to say. You're in no rush to hear what they say, so just let tham go at their own pace.

One last thing about this. DO NOT try and finish a sentence for them. It's bad enough we have a stutter, but if someone tries to fill in the sentence for us, our self esteem goes 📉📉.

For 4 (lol) this is a thing I developed and it works pretty well. This is the detail I was going to get into. So, sometimes I stutter over the word it, no Pennywise.

So, to stop that from happening since it is used a lot, I started saying "I T is like." Now, I don't say that in public, but I do with my family and the word is simple enough that no one is thinking too hard on what I spelled out.

But this is why I usually don't refer to things by their proper name (so if anyone here ever becomes my real friend, please know I'm not saying things wrong, I'll just stutter otherwise).

Lastly, 5. I would assume this is the same for everyone regardless if they have a stutter or not. When someone is cutting you off, it makes you rush your words, cut your words off, and stutter. So it gets worse for someone with a stutter.

I have very rarely encountered people who didn't try and cut me off because I paused to take a breath or held out a word. It's true that the anticipation of someone cutting you off sometimes makes you stutter.

I have my stutter under control a lot now, but it did take me a while to get to this point. So, for anyone out there who has a stutter, try and find out what makes your stutter tick and go from there to find ways around it.

This has been a PSA about stuttering, thank you for reading 🍂

Sorry, but last thing, since I'm a writwblr, I wanted to add how to properly write a character with a stutter.

We know t-the (repeating sound) stutter is a real one, but it's normally used for someone who's simply nervous. Someone who actually stutters would stutter at any point in time and sometimes in different ways (eg me having two versions of a stutter).

Also, know where your character's stutter comes from. Mines happens to be hereditary and environmental as I frequently get cut off and thus rush my words to get them out faster. It's also just kind of the way I am since I'm very fast paced and have a hard time "taking things slow"

It's also good to detail a tick or habit your stuttering character may have, like they stop talking and shake their head when pausing their stutter.

Oh, and it's true, cursing eliminates stuttering. There needs to be some testing done on that.

#not writing related #stuttering #speaking #speech impediment #speech issues #speech #articulation #psa #this has been a psa #ted talks #soap box

[n0phis]

How many projects do you typically have at the same time?

i typed several paragraphs and tumblr ate them

anyways. long ass answer ahead! tldr it depends on your definition but. a lot.

in terms of large things, i have a thumbnailed full song lore animatic— this is the entire reason i’ve been making animatics in the first place! i had 0 experience, so ive been practicing—, a personal project ill slowly be introducing (it certainly won’t get in the way of your mcyt fanart, though, i dont think i’ll ever be free of the brainrot), and umpteen edited audios for more funny animatics should the mood strike!

i also have those big like. group artworks. the profile views and the cwilbur designs and the hand art… all stuff that is currently in hibernation but not forgotten

i think the same can be said for any wip i have— which i have, if i was to guess, around 50 of? from the past few months. in fact i’m going to gather every single one (ok hi past me, i just did and these are all from the past 3 and a half months. every last one left unfinished. be warned for horror/blood and violence in some!)

i let myself kinda go with the flow in terms of fanart, i tried to finish everything i started for a while but it’s kinda hard to not get sidetracked LMAO. i think the crux of it is considering things i do from start to finish in one sitting as stylistic experiments/learning, whereas ones i shelve tend to become more ‘i will do this when i’m confident enough that i can do it WELL’. the whole daunting concept of having sat on an idea/composition for so long and ending up fumbling it when i pick it back up scares me off KEKW

i can safely say that i want to finish every single piece there (minus maybe the ask saga, which i forgot about until now and i dont think i remember enough to keep it going LMAO) though with most itd end up being partially/fully redrawn! idk, it’s a fun reservoir of ideas to grab from (i say, while never touching the old ideas because i want to execute them perfectly)

anyways! long insight into tham psyche and also a wip tour >:) o7

#tham talks #tham talks a lot #my art :] #wips

[pacificwaternymph]

Hiya, been a big fan of your empires fics for a while especially the superhero au and the merman which i have reread more times tham o can count lol. I was wondering of you had wrote anything for the pirate and titans au. On here or ao3 of not could you explain a bit more in depth about the story you had in mind?

I have written something for the pirate au! A few months ago I sat down and wrote out Jimmy and Scott's "first" meeting together :]

You can read it here

Haven't done anything for the titans au tho.

#pirate au #teen titans au

[ryo-maybe]

Haven’t picked up Second Light yet, how are you liking it so far? How is it compared to the first one? Is the music just as good?

It blows the first one out of the water in every regard.

There is an actual leveling system, so battles aren't virtually obsolete anymore. You can still break the game over your knee, but at least it'll take you until you're 2\3rds in to do so, rather tham basically from the beginning.

Crafting is no longer a superfluous extra that you could ignore for the entire game, and is instead an integral componemt of both the gameplay and story.

The atmosphere and characters are vibrant and well defined instead of being a collection of half-assrd extras. Ao, the new protagonist, is a fun driving force behind an absolutely delightful variety of interactions.

You now get improvement points from ALL requests by default, and from going on dates with your gal pals, which you unlock by building facilities, which you do by crafting - basically, the basic gameplay loop feels thought out instead of haphazardly thrown together.

Thankfully, the game isn't weirdly horny like the first one. No oddly voyeuristic camera angles, no seethrough uniforms on rainy days, the occasional swimsuit scene but it doesn't feel gratuitous like the first game's locker room sections, you feel me?

Anyway yeah the music still slaps. I greatly recommend playing Second Light. Especially if you, like me, are insane and managed to enjoy what little good the first game had to offer, then you'll probably like a game with actual thought anf effort behind it. It had some jank here and there and the graphics won't blow you away, but I think the gameplay is just serviceable enough as a conduit for the very fun character interactions. Without getting into spoilers, I'll just say that Second Light has managed to make it feel worth it to have sat through both the first game AND the super mid anime that they funded mostly with shoestrings.

[meteormoss]

Pissed that I have tobget up earlier tham I get up fornschool to take the SAT like wtf, it couldntbstart at 9?

[haiminh09]

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[shatteredfears-arch]

aLSO all DC muses being added/are already here, which i’m posting bc i don’t have bios posted for all of them so this is a quick rundown. as generally known, the main plotline of this blog is one big universe, but ofc, there are basis for these characters personality traits. And the main verse that is this blog’s verse has a mix of S/nyder and R/eeves, we don’t accept hate to either here. Also technically J/oker 2019. minor comic and other influences but i take what fits into the main world as my wild colorful brain views it (and yes, as an autistic, I view things differently than the non auts who call me names or choose to insult me-- too bad so sad for u tho i’m friends w the block button) 

(obvious content warnings considering the fandom, a lot of these ppl are murderers, one of them considers consent 'optional' canonically, even in her 'good person' phase. some of these people are serial killers. gordon's chill but he's also a cop so that defaultly makes him not great when, like me, you're not white. he's not white either tho, and is trying to fix the issue from the inside, but it's still not a great career. if anyone knows anything abt pamela's backstory, i'm not mentioning it here, but that girl's been through it okay.)

B/rucey Wayne, obvs E/d Nashton, unfortunately, tho he’s technically an NPC/by request H/arvey D/ent, with a different take primarily based on T/elltale, where yknow, he becomes evil whether he’s mutilated or not. stop being gross DC if T/elltale a company owned by gross ppl can do it so can you. H/arley Q/uinn, who’s been here, she’s not an original take she’s based off her og solo run but ppl think ‘oh she’s mean’ means original take when thats LITERALLY WHO SHE WAS BEFORE THEY WATERED HER DOWN TO HEROFY HER I dont accept that arc here. but i'm also not including all the canonical times she's forced consent on others, aka pushing J/oker into sex, breaking into floyd's house and laying naked in his bed and bullying him until he agrees to have sex, pushing ivy into physical contact until ivy agrees no matter how many times they say no. yeah. none of that happens here. but i do recognize it happens in canon, even if the fandom refuses to. al/exis k/aye, aka p/unchline, also a mostly original storyline not entirely following the comics, but idk i think she’s neat du/ella d/ent, aka h/arvey’s bio daughter who he was so disappointed wasn’t twins he chose to ignore entirely, bc even tho i love harv/ey he is a terrible dad. case in point, his daughter’s obsession w villains and calling herself their daughters (she’s been j/okers daughter, ri/ddler’s daughter, etc, her coping mechanism is a piece of work). pre her taking that route tho, but she is presently obsessed with E/dward post TB2022.  floyd la/wton, aka d/eadshot, based on older comics, with hints of ss2016 but not a lot, deffo inspo from jltas and games tho. i will never write fl/oyd x h/arley please never ask me, she literally wouldn’t leave him alone and broke into his house and sat naked in his bed until he’d have sex w her in canon. we’re not doing that here. keep that away from me.  s/ofia f/alcone, carmine’s legitimate daughter and therefore selina’s half sister. inheritor of carmine’s entire criminal bs, but because she wasn’t a player at the time, now has to become a player in the war for head of gotham crime.  jane mo/riarty, technically started as an original interpretation of a moriarty sibling from s/herlock h/olmes, but i plotted and developed a DC plot relating to her in the TB2022 universe, so she’s here now. university professor by day, weaving the web of gotham’s underground criminal schemes by night.  J/ames G/ordon, currently a detective in go/tham, not yet commissioner, trusts batsy entirely but doesn’t let the team know about his affiliation with him. uncle to and eventually adopted father of his niece, b/arbara g/ordon, when his brother and sister in law die in a car crash. 

P/amela I/sley, who is mostly based between older comics (including her runs in the SS) and A/rkhamverse, NOT watering her down the way the comics and shows did to just turn her into ‘har/ley’s girlfriend’ nor will i pretend the canonical interpretation of their ship is somehow healthy when they’ve beaten the shit out of and mentally abused each other to no end. in general if you want a healthy ship, don’t look towards h/arley, and i/vy deserves better, but all in all I am not watering them down for the sake of romance. they’re villains. we can write them as healthily as we can plot if you want, but pamela deserves better than what the comics and that show have done for her. and the fandom as a whole tbh, which is why i love the interpretations i follow over canon 99% of the time. and if you wanna plot/write w any of them lmk and hit me up w a plot if u have one, or if you wanna try and get to a comic point or game point or anything, it can be discussed, but i will not jump into ships w pamela, alexis, or ivy. everyone else is a case by case basis.

anyways here's the new carrd. almost none of the characters mentioned have bios btw that's why i'm posting this here lol.

#bc everytime i post smthn w pam i get fake accts messaging me abt wanting to write canon scenes that are majorly abusive and getting mad at #everytime i say no lol #'it's a different canon to--' funny how that's only ever said #to excuse hypocrisy #don't think i don't notice i'm autistic i notice almost everything #the slightest hint that you're being weird to me i fucking notice #removing me from your list bc you found sb else who you like writing w more???? yeah i noticed that too lol #i just didn't say anything but i notICED #thx #anyways #abuse cw #sa cw #out. #i love hq don't get me wrong #90% of the fandom including those that recognize that all her ships are abusive not just jhq but h/ivy is too lol #even the ppl that DO recognize that #claim her forcing consent is okay bc 'it's played off as a joke!!!' and no #forcing consent isn't a joke #showing up in a man's bed completely naked when he's already told you no MULTIPLE times isn't okay either #and i'm tired of ppl pretending she's only a victim like she's been a victim yes #but she victimizes others s o much she's a horrible person #and the worst kind of manipulator #she's bubbly and lovably too don't get me wrong she isn't aware she's doing it #but that doesn't make it okay #alexis is so cool tho this bitch LITERALLY manipualted the entire world via social media #to get clear cut off of being held legally responsible for anything #and make the batfam look bad #she's an evil genius it's just a shame that #her current personality is so similar to harley's original personality #ran out of tags BUT if anyone wants me to do this for each fandom things are coming in/out of lmk bc i may

[deertire3]

Cơ quan khí tượng dự báo bão số 10 suy yếu thành áp thấp nhiệt đới ngay trên vùng biển các tỉnh từ Quảng Ngãi đến Khánh Hòa, trước khi đổ bộ đất liền. Tối 5/11, tâm áp thấp nhiệt đới nằm trên vùng bờ biển các tỉnh từ Quảng Ngãi đến Khánh Hòa. Tối 2/11, Trung tâm Dự báo Khí tượng Thủy văn Quốc gia cho biết tâm bão số 10 (Goni) cách quần đảo Hoàng Sa 510 km về phía đông đông nam. Tối 3/11, tâm bão cách quần đảo Hoàng Sa 330 km. Như vậy, dự báo mới nhất cho thấy bão có khả năng suy yếu trước khi đổ bộ đất liền. Đây được xem là đơn vị sản xuất xe điện độc quyền hàng đầu đất nước. Đồng Phục Thiên Phước hân hạnh là đơn vị hợp tác của nhiều trường mầm non ở khắp mọi miền tổ quốc. Ngoài ra, bạn cũng có thể xem các sản phẩm xưởng in đó đã thực hiện, các đơn vị đã hợp tác để đưa ra đánh giá.Với những tiêu chí này, bạn sẽ tìm hiểu và tham khảo các thông tin về xưởng in đồng phục trên thị trường và đưa ra lựa chọn phù hợp nhất với mình.

Lực lượng chức năng tập trung tìm kiếm, cứu hộ, cứu nạn các nạn nhân còn đang bị mất liên lạc, đi đôi với việc đảm bảo an toàn tuyệt đối cho lực lượng tham gia cứu hộ. Các tập đoàn công nghệ là vũ khí để Trung Quốc thực hiện tham vọng dẫn đầu công nghệ toàn cầu. Bà Miu giải thích vì các thương hiệu xe quốc tế mang lại lợi ích đáng kể hàng năm, các công ty này nhận thấy không cần nỗ lực phát triển các thương hiệu độc quyền trong nước nữa. Nhiều thương hiệu liên doanh liên tục tung ra các mẫu xe cấp thấp với mức giá cạnh tranh hơn trong những năm gần đây khi thị trường ôtô Trung Quốc thu hẹp dần sau đỉnh hồi năm 2017. Giá xe ngoại giảm dần tạo lợi thế cho các thương hiệu độc quyền Trung Quốc. Rachel Miu, chuyên gia phân tích ôtô tại Ngân hàng DBS (Hong Kong), nhận định các doanh nghiệp ôtô nhà nước Trung Quốc khá thiếu động lực cạnh tranh trên thị trường. Các nhà sản xuất trong nước vẫn không thể chắc chắn liệu quan điểm của khách hàng Trung Quốc về các hãng ôtô nội địa có thay đổi theo chiều hướng tích cực hơn trong tương lai hay không.

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#may áo đồng phục ; xưởng may áo đồng phục ; xưởng in áo đồng phục ; xưởng may in áo đồng phục hcm ; may đồng phục công ty ; may in thêu đồng

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Nên chọn mua máy cắt sắt Makita hay máy cắt sắt Bosch?

Makita và Bosch là 2 thương hiệu máy cắt sắt được người dùng tìm kiến và ưa chuộng sử nhất hiện nay. Có thể nói rằng họ là đối thủ trực tiếp của nhau trên thị trường chuyên cung cấp các dòng máy cắt sắt bàn và máy cắt sắt cầm tay. Cùng Hải Minh tìm hiểu xem 2 thương hiệu này có những đặc điểm gì nổi bật nhé!

Máy cắt sắt Makita

Đây là thương hiệu lâu đời của Nhật Bản, được hình thành và phát triển từ những năm 1915. Makita nổi tiếng là đơn vị sản xuất các thiết bị cầm tay chất lượng tốt, trong đó có máy cắt sắt là một trong những dòng sản phẩm chủ lực.

Máy cắt sắt Makita có những ưu điểm vượt trội:

Sử dụng công nghệ Nhật hiện đại, chất lượng tốt, tuổi thọ lâu dài và tính an toàn cao

Cấu tạo nhỏ, thiết kế từng bộ phận đều rất tinh tế, công suất hoạt động cao

Giảm ổn và giảm rung tốt, tiện lợi cho quá trình sử dụng

2. Máy cắt sắt Bosch

Tiếp đến là Bosch - có nguồn gốc từ Stuttgart, Đức. Bosch có mặt trên thị trường từ năm 1886, có thể nói là dày dặn kinh nghiệm hơn Makita về độ tuổi. Dù là đối thủ ngang tài ngang sức nhưng máy cắt sắt của Bosch có một số đặc điểm nhất định mà khó dòng máy nào có được.

Máy cắt sắt Bosch nổi bật với phần thiết kế khỏe khoắn, động cơ mạnh mẽ cho khả năng hoạt động cao

Đây là dòng máy sử dụng cho mục đích cắt kim loại chuyên nghiệp, đòi hỏi công suất lớn, đáp ứng được công việc có yêu cầu cao

Đường cắt ngọt, mịn, đảm bảo tính thẩm mỹ

Nhìn chung cả hai thương hiệu máy cắt sắt Makita và Bosch đều có những ưu điểm nhất định. Tùy vào nhu cầu sử dụng của từng công việc mà quý khách hàng nên lựa chọn thiết bị phù hợp về thiết kế, khả năng hoạt động nhé!

Tham khảo thêm thông tin chi tiết bài viết tại: https://sieuthihaiminh.vn/may-cat-sat-makita-va-may-cat-sat-bosch-nen-mua-loai-nao.html

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item # K17C41

RARE Pra Khun Paen Pim Soom Ruan Kaew, Luang Phu Tim Wat Laharnrai, Nua Din Pasom Pong, Ok Wat Pai Lom. A baked clay blended with holy powder Pra Khun Paen amulet with figure of Buddha seating inside an elaborate arch. Made by Wat Pai Lom, Rayong Province in BE 2514 (CE 1971). This amulet contains Pong Maha Chindamanee (Wealth Fetching Holy Powder) of Luang Phu Tim of Wat Laharnrai. Not only Luang Phu Tim was Master of Blessing Ceremony, but also Luang Phu Tim blessed this Batch of amulets twice.

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This Batch of amulets was made for gifts to commemorate Temple Boundary Marking Ceremony of Wat Pai Lom, Rayong Province. Luang Phu Tim of Wat Laharnrai was Master of Blessing Ceremony at the temple of Wat Pai Lom. Luang Phu Tim gave “Pong Maha Chindamanee / Wealth Fetching Holy Powder” in full can of Mali Sweetened Condensed Milk (385 ml) to Pra Archan Poon, the Abbot of Wat Pai Lom for blending with materials of making  this Batch of amulets. Luang Phu Tim of Wat Laharnrai was Master of Blessing Ceremony with 15 days and 15 nights non-stop rituals. And there were another 8 Guru Monks blessing at the ceremony, namely Luang Phor Lat of Wat Nong Grabork, Lunag Phu Chuan of Wat Marpkah, Lung Phu Tong of Wat Ban Pare, Luang Phor Ruay of Wat Ta Rua, Luang Phor Hom of Wat Chak Mark, Luang Phor Kong of Wat Wang Sapparos, Luang Phor Somchai of Wat Mae Nang Pluam, Luang Phor Sara of Wat Pradoo Song Tham. After the Blessing Ceremony was ended at 22.00 hrs, and 9 Guru Monks (including Luang Phu Tim) had just left the temple, Luang Phu Tim returned to the Blessing Ceremony area and blessed this Batch of amulets alone again until dawn.

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PRA KHUN PAEN

The Pra Khun Paen is a type of amulet with figure of Pra Buddha Chinnaraj seating inside an elaborate arch. This type of amulet was first discovered at Wat Pra Roop Archaeology Site, Suphanburi Province. And such type of ancient baked clay amulet with figure of Pra Buddha Chinnaraj is called “Pra Khun Paen” ever since. It was called Pra Khun Paen to honor the Thai famous Warrior General Khun Paen, the Governor of Suphanburi Province in the Kingdom of Ayutthaya.

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BEST FOR: Pra Khun Paen is one of Thailand’s Best amulets for Nak-layng, ruffian (a violent person, especially one involved in crime), Mafia Boss, Crime Prevention Police Officer, Park Ranger, Field Soldier and Nak-layng Poo Ying (a connoisseur of women / a womanizer). Mahasanay (Magic Charm) it helps turn you to prince charming in the eyes of girls, Metta Maha Niyom (it helps make people love you, and be nice to you). It brings more strength and endurance to your primary relationship. Wealth Fetching, Kaa Kaai Dee (it helps tempt your customers to buy whatever you are selling and it helps attract new customers and then keep them coming back. Wealth & Prosperity, Maha Laap (it brings lucky wealth). It warns danger coming ahead, Klawklad Plodpai (it helps push you away from all danger), Kongkraphan (it makes you invulnerable to all weapon attack), and Maha-ut (it stops gun from shooting at you). Ponggan Poot-pee pee-saat Kunsai Mondam Sa-niat jan-rai Sat Meepit (it helps ward off evil spirit, demon, bad ghost, bad omen, bad spell, curse, accursedness, black magic, misfortune, doom, and poisonous animals). And this amulet helps protect you from manipulators, backstabbers, and toxic people.

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THE MAKING OF BE 2513 BATCH OF AMULETS OF WAT PAI-LOM, RAYONG PROVINCE

This Batch of amulets was made for gifts to commemorate Temple Boundary Marking Ceremony of Wat Pai Lom. Luang Phu Tim of Wat Laharnrai was Master of the Blessing Ceremony. Luang Phu Tim gave “Pong Maha Chindamanee / Wealth Fetching Holy Powder” in full can of Mali Sweetened Condensed Milk (385 ml) to Pra Archan Poon, the Abbot of Wat Pai Lom for blending with materials of making of this Batch of amulets. The amount of amulet production was expected to reach 84,000 pieces, but Wat Pai Lom could only make 50,000 pieces.  As for the contents of amulets made by Wat Pai Lom, Pra Archan Champhee Vipulo (Chamrassang) was appointed by Pra Archan Poon, the Abbot of Wat Pai Lom to search for various kinds of sacred herbs, sacred minerals that have magic power of Metta Maha Niyom (the power that helps bring loving, caring, and kindness, and compassion from people all around you to you), Kongkraphan Chatri (that power that makes you invulnerable to all weapon attack), and warding off evil spirits, bad omens, bad spells, and poisonous animals, for examples:

1)Rae Bangkanin Si Khew (green manganese sand)

2)Rae Bangkanin Si Dum (black manganese sand)

3)Rae Bangkanin Si Manpuu (pink manganese sand)

4)Rae Dok Makham (iron ore)

5)Rae Pluang Ngern (silver antimony ore)

6)Rae PluangThong (gold antimony ore)

7)Black ruby from Chantaburi Province

8)Chin Palord Sangglavanorn (silver-lead alloy nails used for patching gold plates on surface of Buddha Relic stupa/chedi)

9)Mora Thong roong (rainbow chalcedony)

10)Sao Taloong Chaang Pluak (powder crushed from a wood pillar that held Royal White elephant)

11)Gradook Gralok Chaangsong (powder crushed from skull of Royal Elephant)

12)Petch Namkang (clear quartz crystal)

13)Sila Namkang (opaque quartz crystal)

14)Lek Torrahod (Leklai)

15)Lek Namphee (iron ore taken from Ban Namphee, Uttaradit Province)

16)Lek Yod Chedi (iron final of the top of Buddha Relic chedi/stupa)

17)Samrit (ancient bronze)

18)Kaotok Pra Ruang (pyrite cubes  taken from Sukhothai Province)

19)Kaosook Loy Nam (basalt rock)

20)Kaosarn Dum (black rice fossils)

21)Kao Rod Pet-leak (yellow rice fossils)

22)Kai Pratuu Muang (moss taken from city gates)

23)Kai Chedi (moss taken from chedi/stupa)

24)Kai Sema Gao Hang (moss taken from temple boundary marking stones of 9 temples)

25)Din Phong Gao Phong Gao Si (9 colors of deposit of salts taken from the forest)

26)Din Borrisud Glang Maha Samut (mud taken from the deepest ocean floor)

27)Din Gru Soom Gor Toong Setthee (earth under the chamber where Pra Soom Gor amulets were hidden at Toong Setthee, Kampangpetch Province)

28)Din Gru Sukkhothai (earth under the chamber where ancient amulets of Sukhothai Kingdom were hidden)

29)Din Gru Ayutthaya (earth under the chamber where ancient amulets of Ayutthaya Kingdom were hidden)

30)Din Ta Gao Ta (earth taken from 9 piers)

31)Holy Powder crushed from broken baked clay ancient amulets from all over Kingdom of Thailand

- Pong Pra Yisipha Sattawas

- Pong Prathom Akkara

- Pong Tri Saranakom

- Pong Pra Buddhakhun, Pra Dhammkhun, and Pra Sangglakhun

- Pong Pra Chao Ha Pra-ong

- Pong Pra Chao Siphok Pra-ong

- Pong Tri Nisinghay

- Pong Ithijay

- Pong Patamang

- Pong Maharaj

- Pong Sangglalohk

- Pong Maha-ut of LP Wong of Wat Parivas

- Pong Pra Gaysorn of LP Wong of Wat Ban Kaai

- Pong Pra Somdej Wat Rakang given by  LP Nak of Wat Rakang

- Pong Gao and Si peung Khew of LP Tapp of Wat Gra Boak Kuen Peung

- Holy powder of LP Peng of Wat Laharn Yai

- Pong Phraya Ngew Dum

32)Various types of sacred herbs / plants

- Ga Fakk

- Ga Long

- Ga Fak Ruck Sorn

- Ga Fak Mayom

- Ga Fak Maroom

- Ga Fak Makham

- Ga Fak Manao

- Ga Fak Lanthom

- Taowan Long

- Krua Sao Long

- Wan Sao Long

- Mai Roo Norn Gao Yang

- Yod Ruck

- Yod Saward

- Galapangha

- Sai Ngern

- Sai Thong

- Wan Roi Padd

- Gaysorn Dokmai Roi Padd

33)Holy Water taken from Khun Gai’s pond

The amulet making ceremony was started on Saturday 5th (Sao Ha) on the 5th month of the year of Rooster which was on March 22, BE 2512 at 09.09 hrs. Pra Archan Champhee was Master of the Ceremony with 5 monks praying “Pra Thammachak Roi Padd” 15 days and 15 nights until all amulets were made. The Blessing Ceremony was set on Sao Ha (Saturday 5th) Aug 22, BE 2513. Luang Phu Tim of Wat Laharnrai was Master of Blessing Ceremony with 15 days and 15 nights non-stop sermons. And there were another 8 Guru Monks attaining the blessing ceremony, namely Luang Phor Lat of Wat Nong Grabork, Luang Phu Chuan of Wat Marpkah, Luang Phu Tong of Wat Ban Pare, Luang Phor Ruay of Wat Ta Rua, Luang Phor Hom of Wat Chak Mark, Luang Phor Kong of Wat Wang Sapparos, Luang Phor Somchai of Wat Mae Nang Pluam, Luang Phor Sara of Wat Pradoo Song Tham

The miracles at the Blessing Ceremony, the cameramen could not take pictures of Luang Phu Tim, all of them could not press the shutters, and the flash lights were out of order, but after they asked Luang Phu Tim for his permission to take Luang Phu Tim’s pictures, all the cameras were working as normal.

Luang Phu Tim had to open his eyes while blessing the amulets. If Luang Phu Tim closed his eyes all the lights in the temple where Luang Phu Tim was blessing the amulets would went out, that happened 3 times at this Blessing Ceremony after Luang Phu Tim closed his eyes, so Luang Phu Tim decided not to close his eyes.

THIS BATCH OF AMULETS WAS BLESSED TWICE BY LUANG PHU TIM

After the Blessing Ceremony was ended at 22.00 hrs, and 9 Guru Monks (including Luang Phu Tim) had just left the temple, Luang Phu Tim returned to the Blessing Ceremony area and blessed this Batch of amulets alone again until dawn.

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*with Certificate of Authenticity issued by Thaprachan Buddha Amulet Magazine (prathaprachan-mag.com)

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DIMENSION : 4.80 cm long / 3.00 cm wide / 0.70 cm thick

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item # K17C41

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