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WEALTHY CHARADE

CHAPTER TEN: Tensions Pt.1

✬ Pairing: Park Sunghoon x Female Reader

✬ Genre: strangers to lovers!AU, angst!romance

✬ Synopsis: Forced into a union that promises more complications than peace, you must confront the ghosts of the past and decide if you will bend under the weight of family duty or carve out your own path.

✬ C/W: sensitive language, implications of drug abuse, mentions of death, psychological trauma, toxic family, suggestive themes (lmk if i missed anything)

✬ A/N: this is a work of fiction. none of the descriptions of the characters are an actual representation of them in real life. if you wanna be tagged reply or send me a dm...i love reading your comments and interacting with you guys so reblogs, likes and feedback are highly appreciated! xx

✬ W/C: 7.8k

You sat cross-legged on your bed, phone in hand as you scrolled through yet another sting of nasty comments about yourself. Each swipe reveled a fresh wave of vitriol: accusations, rumors and lies. You sighed, your thumb pausing over one particularly disgusting claim about you having an abortion—something you had seen countless times in the past week. Your stomach churned with frustration, but you were too exhausted to react. Your image obsessed mother had given the go to have the articles released claiming that it was going to be good publicity. ‘They won’t be able to twist the story if we release it ourselves, we have more control this way,’ she had said. Rolling your eyes, you tossed your phone onto the mattress beside you.

“Seems pretty twisted to me,” you mumble, stirring the attention of your best friend Aeri.

“I wish you’d get off your phone,” her voice broke thorough the silence. She was perched at your desk chair, carefully applying mascara. “It’s not doing you any good.”

“I know,” you muttered, throwing yourself back against the pillows. “But it’s hard to ignore when people are out here acting like they know my entire life story.”

Aeri glanced over, her brow furrowed with concern. “You don’t have to fight every battle, Y/n. People will say whatever they want to say. Let them talk. Just don’t let it get to you.”

You groaned dramatically, throwing an arm over your eyes. “Do you know they’re saying that Yun’s the father of my imaginary child now?”

Your best friend snorted, but her tone was sharp. “I heard. Jake is absolutely livid about it. If he weren’t so busy with his dad’s campaign, he’d be suing everyone with a Twitter account.”

That earned a small chuckle from you, but it quickly faded. You let your arm drop and stared at the ceiling, voice turning solemn. “How do you think Seungho would have reacted to all of this? The engagement, the charade…everything.”

Aeri’s hand paused mid-application. She turned to you, her gaze softening. “You know he wouldn’t have let it get this far. He would have stopped it before it even started.”

You chuckled lightly, a bittersweet smile tugging at your lips. Your brother, you always believed, was the braver one. You assumed it was tied to his role as the firstborn, a role he played exceptionally well—always coming to your aid when you needed him and defending you during arguments with your parents. In many ways, he was your rock, someone you trusted with your life. You swallowed hard, trying to clear the familiar lump in your throat that always formed whenever you thought or spoke about him. “Yeah, that sounds like him.”

Aeri’s tone softened further. “But I think he’d be proud of you, too. For the way you’re handling all this.”

Your smile faltered. You hoped Aeri was right. There had been so many moments when you felt like you were on the verge of losing it completely. But something kept you hanging on—a stubborn determination, or maybe just the unwavering support of your friends. You didn’t know which. What you did know was how much you hated depending on them so heavily, even though they had assured you time and time again that you weren’t a burden.

You glanced at the bedside clock. The time made your stomach flip. Downstairs, guests were beginning to arrive. The caterers and staff were moving in a flurry, making last-minute adjustments for tonight’s engagement dinner party. The thought of it all—the scrutiny of judgmental eyes, the web of lies you had to maintain, and the overwhelming pressure to perform flawlessly—made you feel like throwing up.

Aeri, ever perceptive, nudged you gently. “Come on, stinky. Time to start getting ready. Your mom’s going to freak if you’re even a minute late.”

Before you could protest, she tugged you up by the arm and practically shoved you into the ensuite bathroom.

“I’m going, I’m going,” you grumbled, shutting the door behind you.

After a quick shower, you emerged feeling marginally refreshed. Aeri was busy unpacking your dresses for the evening, humming to herself. You slipped into your silk robe and settled at your vanity to start on your makeup, trying to force yourself to be present in the moment. It reminded you of the nights you used to spend getting ready together in high school and college, prepping for parties or nights out. The nostalgia was comforting, even if the circumstances weren’t.

Aeri’s phone pinged with a notification. “Is that Yun?” you ask, glancing at her through the mirror. She hums in confirmation. “He says he’s on his way… His dad’s coming too. He hates that he’ll have to stay sober all night.” She scoffs, and you chuckle softly.

You and Jake’s family had always been close. In fact, the two of you first met in the hospital just after you were born—only two hours apart. Your parents were hardworking individuals who barely had time for their kids, so regular playdates became the norm to keep you both entertained. It also helped that you lived less than 20 minutes apart.

Growing up, you shared joint birthday parties, endless sleepovers, and countless milestones. Jake was, in many ways, like your twin brother. You had seen each other at your best and worst. You watched his father rise through the ranks, from prosecutor general to minister, to prime minister, and now, possibly, the presidency.

Despite their busy schedules, Jake’s parents had always been generous with their love for him. His mom, especially, extended that affection to you, filling in the gaps where your own parents fell short. She loved to tease you both, often jokingly calling you her future daughter-in-law.

The thought left a sinking sadness in your gut. You knew she must have been surprised—or even a little disappointed—when she heard the news of your engagement to someone else. You weren’t blind to how people loved to ship you and Jake. At first, it had been irritating to constantly correct them, to remind everyone that you were just friends. Over time, you stopped paying attention and simply ignored the comments. The two of you were just friends, and you loved how Jake understood that, keeping things natural and free of awkwardness.

“Tell him he can sneak up to my room for a few shots later, after everyone’s too drunk to notice,” you say with a grin. “I’ll leave a bottle under my pillow.”

Aeri respond by shooting him a quick text.

“What’s so funny?” you ask, catching the sound of her quiet snicker.

She grinned, “I was just wondering if you’ve spoken to Sunghoon since, you know, since you’re supposed to be all over each other tonight.”

You rolled your eyes, “I haven’t spoken to him since he explained the whole plan to me. Why?”

Aeri shrugged, her expression amused. “It’s just... bizarre, don’t you think? Here’s this guy you barely know, and now you’re tied to him. You’re supposed to love him—or at least act like you do.” She paused, then tilted her head. “What do you think about him?”

You sighed, turning your attention back to your reflection. “I think he’s professional. Responsible. I trust him to play his part.”

Aeri raised a brow. “And?”

“And nothing,” you replied firmly. “This is a contract. If feelings were involved, it would complicate everything. I wouldn’t have agreed to it in the first place.”

She smiled knowingly but said nothing. You noticed the look but decided to let it go, focusing instead on the finishing touches of your makeup.

A sudden knock at the door interrupted you. A maid entered, bowing politely. “Miss Y/n, Mr. Sunghoon Park is requesting your presence for a moment.”

Aeri muttered under her breath, “Speak of the devil.”

You arched a brow and frowned. “Tell him I’m not ready yet. I’ll see him when the party starts.”

The maid hesitated. “He said it’s urgent and promises not to take up much of your time.”

You exchanged a glance with Aeri, who shrugged. With a sigh, you stood and tightened the sash of your robe. “Fine. Lead the way.”

The maid guided you down the hall to a quiet room on the same floor, away from the commotion of the party preparations. Sunghoon stood near the window, hands clasped behind his back, looking every bit the composed businessman. But there was a tension in his posture, a tightness to his jaw that hadn’t been there before.

“You wanted to see me?” you asked, closing the door behind you.

He turned away from the window as he heard the soft click of the door, his eyes immediately landing on you. You froze under his gaze, your breath catching when his eyes raked over your figure. You cursed herself internally for wearing the flimsy silk robe that barely did anything to cover you. Hugging yourself in embarrassment, you became painfully aware of how thin the fabric was and how chilly the room suddenly felt—or maybe that shiver down your spine was from the way Sunghoon hadn’t blinked once, openly studying you.

Clearing your throat, you tried to break the tension. “You wanted to see me? I still have to get ready.”

Sunghoon blinked rapidly, seeming to snap out of his trance. He cleared his throat, his voice low. “Forgive me. I wasn’t trying to…”

“You don’t need to apologize,” you cut him off quickly, your cheeks burning.

He shifted awkwardly, gathering his composure. What the hell is wrong with me? he thought. The exhaustion of the past week must have been catching up to him because he couldn’t understand why he was thrown off balance by the sight of you. Yet he let his gaze linger too long on the curve of your waist, your slender legs, and bare neck, which looked almost too inviting—as though it was begging for something to adorn it. A necklace. His hand. Bite marks…

He gritted his teeth and forced himself to stop. He was being inappropriate. With a deep breath, he focused on why he’d asked to meet you.

“I won’t take much of your time,” he said, taking a hesitant step closer. He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a small, dainty leather box, extending it toward you. “For you.”

You arched a brow, your curiosity piqued as you took the box. Flipping it open, your jaw dropped. Inside was an exquisite square-cut diamond engagement ring with rounded edges and a diamond-encrusted band. You stared at it for a moment, then looked up at Sunghoon, who stood there with his lips pressed into a thin line, clearly trying to avoid your gaze.

“How… why…” you stammered before correcting yourself. “I mean, I know why, but… why?” You gestured at the ring.

“It’ll help with the ruse,” he said simply.

You blinked, unsure how to respond. “I don’t… I don’t know what to say. I’m not even sure if I can accept this.”

The man stepped even closer, his expression softening as he reached for the box. “May I?”

When you nodded, he carefully removed the ring and gently reached for your left hand. His touch was firm but warm as he slid the ring onto your finger. It fit perfectly.

“It fits,” you murmured, more to yourself than to him.

He hummed in agreement. Standing so close, you couldn’t help but notice the subtle details of his face: the dark circles under his eyes, the faint crease in his brow. He looked exhausted, and for a fleeting moment, you felt a pang of concern. He probably hasn’t been sleeping much since this whole thing started, you thought. You clenched your free hand into a fist, stopping yourself from reaching up to touch his cheek.

“What would you have done if it didn’t fit?” you opted for lightening the mood instead.

“I’d have had it resized,” he replied casually. “Or I’d buy a new one.” his tone so nonchalant that it caught you off guard.

“It’s beautiful,” you say, stretching out your hand to get a better look.

He felt a twinge of satisfaction as he took in your impressed reaction. You seemed like you were doing okay, at least on the surface. His thoughts drifted back to Jay’s suggestion to check up on you after the wave of nasty comments about you online. If he were honest, he had considered it, but the terms of your agreement made him hesitate.

Contrary to what Jungwon believed, Sunghoon hadn’t gone home to rest after clocking out early that day. Instead, he had spent hours combing through online comments, reading old stories about you and your family, and even trying to find you on social media—only to discover that your accounts were private. You guarded your personal life closely now, though it hadn’t always been that way. From what he gathered, you had once been quite active on social media, a rising influencer of sorts, until three years ago when you suddenly disappeared.

He hadn’t found anything conclusive about why you left. There was no proof to support the rumors about your relationships with multiple men or alleged drug abuse. Jungwon had already confirmed that those were nothing more than baseless accusations. Still, there was one lingering mystery that even Jungwon hadn’t been able to find information about: the boy in the picture.

Sunghoon’s thoughts were interrupted when you blinked and pouted, noticing his quizzical gaze. The subtle action caught his attention, drawing his eyes to your lips before he quickly refocused.

“Are you okay?” he asked suddenly, his tone soft but curious.

You looked confused, prompting him to elaborate. “I mean, about tonight. Are you nervous?”

You smiled appreciatively. “This isn’t my first time being the center of attention in front of people,” she admitted. “But if I’m honest, I haven’t been around this many people in a while, so… yeah, I guess I’m a little nervous.”

Sunghoon was tempted to press further, a little curious, but he decided against it. Instead, he opted for reassurance. “Don’t worry too much,” he said with a small smile. “Just follow my lead.”

His calm demeanor had a way of putting you at ease, but it also left you conflicted. There was an air of confidence around him that made you want to trust him, yet Jake’s words of caution echoed in your mind. How much did you really know about him? Other than the fact that he was a workaholic?

Realizing how close you two had been standing, you stepped back, wrapping your arms around yourself again. “Why are you doing this?” you asked, her tone serious.

Sunghoon tilted his head, confusion flickering across his face. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, why are you going along with all of this? It’s obvious that I need you more than you need me. So why are you being so…open-minded about it?”

He watched as you began to pace, your words spilling out faster now. “You came up with this plan—this ingenious plan—which you didn’t have to, by the way. And it feels like I’m the one gaining more than I’m giving.”

Sunghoon’s lips curled into a small smirk as he asked, “Would you rather I demand you give me something?”

The suggestive tone caught you off guard, and your face flushed deep pink. “Th...that’s not what I meant,” you stammered, flustered.

Amused by your reaction, he took a deliberate step toward you. Your breath hitched as he leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a low murmur. “And what would you have to offer me?”

You swallowed hard, placing your hands on his chest to push him away, but he caught your left hand instead. His eyes dropped to the ring now sitting snugly on her finger.

“I have no ulterior motive,” he said, his tone more serious now. “If that’s what you’re worried about.” He paused, his gaze flicking back to your face. “But who’s to say I won’t change my mind later? Three years is a long time. A lot can happen.”

He let your hand fall gently back to your side before stepping away. Sunghoon’s eyes lingered briefly on your exposed neck before he turned to leave. “I’ll see you downstairs,” he said over his shoulder, his voice even.

You stood there for a moment, dazed and confused. You let out a shaky breath, running a hand through your hair as you tried to process what the hell had just happened. What did he mean by that? she wondered. You thought back to the way he’d looked at you, like he… wanted you. No, that’s ridiculous. You shook your head, trying to push the thought away.

It’s just the circumstances, you told yourself. We’re alone in a closed room, we’re both young, and I’m dressed like this. That’s all it is. You groaned, frustrated with yourself. “I mean, what could I possibly even have to give him?” you muttered under your breath. The thought of him wanting something more from you—whatever it was—made your stomach churn. No way. Tensions are just high. That’s all.

Determined to shake off your ruffled state, you rushed back to your room. You leaned against the closed door, exhaling deeply. Aeri, now fully dressed, turned to you with a concerned look.

“What happened? You look like you’ve seen a ghost. And you need to hurry up; we have, like, five minutes.”

Without a word, you slipped out of your robe and into your gown, Aeri helping you with the zipper. As you adjusted the fabric, Aeri grabbed your hand, her eyes widening at the sight of the ring.

“Holy shit! What the hell, Sunghoon? That’s one huge rock! And for a marriage that’s not even real?”

“It is real,” you corrected, “in every way except personally. There will be a contract, and I’ll have to take his last name too.”

Aeri grinned knowingly. “Mrs. Y/n Park, huh? That’s hot. He’s hot for giving you this ring.”

You shot her a stern look, but Aeri didn’t bother hiding her growing smile. She stopped teasing but hummed softly.

As you slipped on your heels, there was a knock at the door. Your mother entered, her expression as stern as ever.

“Good, you’re ready,” she said curtly before spinning on her heel wordlessly beckoning you to follow her.

You exchanged a glance with Aeri whose expression had turned sour. You gathered your composure and stepped out into the hallway.

~~~~~

You descended the grand staircase with her mother and Aeri in tow, your gown flowing elegantly with each step.

At the base of the stairs, Sunghoon was engaged in conversation with Jungwon. However, the moment he looked up and saw you, his words faltered. His jaw went slack, his eyes following your every movement as if entranced. Jungwon noticed Sunghoon’s sudden silence and turned to see what had caught his cousin’s attention. A soft smile tugged at his lips as he saw you.

“You’re staring,” Jungwon whispered, clearing his throat to snap Sunghoon out of his trance.

But Sunghoon didn’t respond. He remained frozen, standing there like an idiot when he should’ve been at your side, playing the part of the doting fiancé. The room’s attention shifted toward the staircase, and the low hum of chatter softened as heads turned to admire you. Your father stood near the bottom, his face beaming with pride as if presenting his daughter to the world. A mixture of sadness and betrayal swelling within you, and your heart clenched. You quickly redirected your focus to Sunghoon, locking eyes with him. Your heart skipped a beat, the memory of your earlier interaction upstairs still fresh in your mind. You silently prayed your face wouldn’t betray your emotions. But perhaps a hint of bashfulness would even add to the act.

Jungwon nudged Sunghoon in the ribs, breaking the spell. “Move. She’s waiting for you,” he muttered.

Sunghoon blinked rapidly, composing himself before stepping forward to meet you at the base of the stairs. He offered his arm, and you took it with a bright smile, your fingers gently curling around him. Your gazes locked briefly, a calculated moment of affection for the audience. Together, you turned to face the crowd. Your grip on his arm tightened, both for support and to play the part of the loving fiancée.

Your father’s boisterous voice broke through the quiet. “Ladies and gentlemen, may I present my daughter and her fiancé, Mr. Park Sunghoon!” The announcement was met with applause and murmurs of admiration. You forced yourself to smile through it all, even as the weight of the lies pressed heavily on your chest.

You and Sunghoon moved through the crowd together, greeting guests and responding to endless comments. “What a stunning couple!” “Your gown is simply exquisite!” “Such a handsome man you’ve got!” “When’s the wedding?” “Your children will be gorgeous!” The compliments felt unending.

Once again, Sunghoon proved himself to be reliable, seamlessly taking the lead and answering most of the questions. You couldn’t help but admire him. His ability to craft convincing explanations and weave believable stories about the two of you on the spot made you feel an odd rush of heat. He sold the narrative of your families being close for years, leading to a natural blossoming of feelings that eventually grew into mutual love. Your heart skipped a beat every time he delivered that line, locking eyes with you like he truly meant it. If the circumstances had been different, you might have believed he actually harbored some affection for you.

Smiling brightly, you maneuvered through the crowd of at least 400 guests. The backyard gardens had been transformed into an elegant hosting area, with tables scattered across the lawn. Caterers and waitstaff weaved between guests, refilling flutes of champagne and offering hors d’oeuvres. A string quartet played softly in the background, their music blending with the hum of chatter and laughter.

Spotting your father in the crowd, you noticed him beckoning you and Sunghoon over to greet the Sim family. Mr. Sim, the prime minister, was undoubtedly the most important guest tonight. While the engagement was technically about you and Sunghoon, you knew many attendees were far more interested in the prime minister’s presence. The whole charade felt absurd, and the weight of the lie left a nauseous pit in your stomach.

You waited as Sunghoon shook hands with Mr. and Mrs. Sim. Jake’s mom surprised you by pulling you into a tight hug. She whispered how happy she was for you, adding that you were always welcome in their home and should never hesitate to reach out if you needed anything. You swallowed hard, fighting the lump rising in your throat and blinking away the moisture threatening to form in your eyes. She had always been like a foster mom to you, filling the emotional gaps left by your own mother.

Mr. Sim offered his congratulations and reminisced about your childhood, recalling a particular incident with chocolate cake. The group erupted into laughter, except for Sunghoon, who looked slightly out of place. Jake, standing beside his father, flushed red and groaned, “Dad, can you not?” Mr. Sim only laughed, clearly enjoying his son’s embarrassment. You couldn’t resist chiming in, mentioning that you still had the picture from that day.

Jake’s eyes widened, and he turned to you with mock horror. “Yah! I thought I told you to get rid of that!” The laughter continued, the group agreeing that such memories were worth keeping. Sunghoon stood beside you, smiling politely, occasionally adding a comment but clearly an outsider to the dynamic.

As the Sim family moved on to mingle with other guests, Jake gave you a subtle nod, silently asking if you were okay. You nodded back reassuringly, and he left with his parents. Sunghoon adjusted his tie and cleared his throat, breaking the brief silence. “I didn’t know you were so close with the prime minister’s family,” he remarked.

You explained that you and Jake had grown up together, that he was your best friend and so naturally, your families became close. Sunghoon nodded, but a flicker of doubt crossed his face. “Just a friend?” he asked carefully.

“Yes,” you assured him, “just a friend. You don’t have to worry about that.”

“Why would I worry?” he replied coolly. “Our relationship isn’t personal, so you’re free to be with whoever you want.”

The reminder of your arrangement stung, but you nodded in agreement. The two of you stood there awkwardly, smiling at guests who passed by, until Sunghoon broke the silence again. “What was that ‘chocolate cake incident’ about?”

You raised an eyebrow, and he elaborated. “If we’re selling this story about being in love, it makes sense for me to know some details about your life—like that, for example.”

Realizing he had a point, you decided to share. You explained how, at your joint fourth birthday party with Jake, you had eaten far too much chocolate cake and ended up throwing up all over yourself. Seeing you in distress, Jake started crying—and then promptly threw up on himself too. Your mothers had to put both of you in the same bathtub to clean up. “I still have the picture of us in the bath,” you admitted with a laugh. “Jake’s crying his eyes out while I’m grinning at the camera.”

Sunghoon chuckled, noticing the fondness in your tone. “Does that mean you have trauma around chocolate cake?” he teased.

You shook your head. “Not at all. I actually love chocolate—chocolate ice cream especially, which, by the way, is controversial to some people. Jake, on the other hand, can’t even stand the sight of chocolate. It’s like he breaks out in hives just looking at it.”

Sunghoon watched you speak animatedly, and smiled at how open you were being with him. When you caught yourself rambling, you apologized, but he grinned. “It’s fine. You’re allowed to do that.”

That odd rush of heat returned, and you quickly looked away. By the time you had made your way around the entire party, your face ached from smiling, your feet throbbed from walking, and your heart felt heavy from the relentless lies. Sunghoon noticed your tightening grip on his arm and glanced down at you. You were leaning into him slightly, your steps faltering. Without hesitation, he wrapped an arm around your waist and guided you to your designated table.

“You okay?” he asked quietly as he helped you into your seat.

You let out an embarrassed sigh, trying to mask your exhaustion. “I’ve had enough already,” you admitted, your voice low.

Sunghoon nodded, his expression understanding. “I’ll get you some water,” he said, stepping away towards the refreshments.

You slumped slightly in your chair, resting your elbows on the table and rubbing your temples. You barely knew half the people in attendance, yet you’d been performing for all of them. The absurdity of it all made you want to roll your eyes.

“Well, well, well,” a familiar voice drawled, cutting through your thoughts.

You looked up to see your cousin, Ningning, leaning over the table with a smug expression. “Look what the cat dragged in,” you muttered, unable to mask your annoyance.

Ningning scoffed. “I could say the same. How was sightseeing in Peru? Or was it Nepal? Honestly, I have a hard time remembering insignificant details.” Her tone was as slimy as ever, laced with mockery. She was referring, of course, to the excuse your mother had given to relatives to explain your sudden and prolonged absence.

Despite being cousins, you and Ningning have never shared a good relationship. There has always been underlying animosity between you, particularly from Ningning’s side. From a young age, you two were often pitted against each other, with you consistently coming out on top—a fact that only fueled her resentment.

Your strained dynamic was further complicated by the tension between your mothers. Your mother and Ningning’s mother, who were sisters-in-law, didn’t get along. More accurately, your mother didn’t trust Ningning’s mother which created an atmosphere of suspicion that clearly trickled down to the next generation.

Your eyes narrowed. “Prague, actually,” you replied sarcastically. “Shouldn’t you be bothering someone else?”

Feigning offense, Ningning sat down beside you. “Can’t I congratulate my dear cousin on her engagement?” The sarcasm was thick in her voice. She leaned in closer, her tone turning cold. “You’re not fooling anyone, Y/n. It’s obvious this is all fake.”

A chill ran down your spine, but you forced yourself to remain composed. “What are you talking about?” you asked evenly.

Ningning chuckled darkly, her eyes narrowing. “Seriously? You’re going to sit there and pretend like you don’t know?”

Your heart raced, but your expression didn’t falter. You knew the danger Ningning posed. If your cousin discovered the truth, it wouldn’t be long before others did too. But then, Ningning’s smirk faded, and she let out a short laugh, leaning back. “Relax, I’m just joking.”

Your muscles remained tense as Ningning added, “It’s just hard to believe someone like you could pull someone like Sunghoon. He’s so proper and poised, while you’re...” She trailed off, giving you a pointed look up and down.

You refused to take the bait. You sighed, looking around desperately for Sunghoon to return. Ningning’s mocking voice pulled you back. “Where is the man who stole your heart, anyway? You’ve been clinging to him all night. One would think you were joined at the hip. Or maybe...” She smirked. “He doesn’t feel the same way?”

Gritting your teeth, you decided to steer the conversation elsewhere. “How’s your mom?” you asked pointedly.

Ningning glanced toward her mother, who was seated nearby, her eyes fixed on the two girls. Raising her glass in a greeting, your aunt returned her attention to her own conversation. Ningning’s voice turned bitter. “Like you care,” she spat, and you rolled your eyes. “She’s never been one for parties, but tonight was mandatory. All board members were expected to attend. Would’ve looked bad if she skipped.”

Ningning sulked, her expression almost convincing enough to stir sympathy. You began to feel a twinge of pity for your cousin. You knew Ningning’s parents had impossibly high expectations for their daughter—in many ways mirroring your own parents—but with one key difference. Where your parents expressed their disdain through cold silence and neglect, Ningning’s parents chose a more physical approach to convey their disappointment. It was hard not to feel bad for her.

But the moment was short-lived. Ningning’s demeanor shifted sharply, venom dripping from her words as she turned to you. “If you think you can just waltz into the company acting like you own the place because you’re married to Sunghoon, think again,” she snapped.

You blinked, taken aback. “What are you talking about?” you asked cautiously.

Ningning’s sneer deepened. “Don’t play dumb. I’ve worked my ass off these past two years to rise through the ranks—through merit, not because Daddy gave me a free pass.”

Your eyes narrowed. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“God, are you thick in the head?” Ningning shot back, her tone biting. “If you think you’re going to outrank me just because your father’s the chairman and you’re now tied to Sunghoon as well, I’ll make your life miserable. Mark my words.”

Your frustration bubbled to the surface. “Do you have a stick up your ass or something? Ranks? That’s what you’re worried about? We’re not in high school anymore, Ningning. We’re all here for the same reason: to see the company improve.”

Ningning’s teeth clenched as her glare darkened. “You might think it’s stupid, but this means everything to me. I’ve sacrificed too much to let you waltz in and ruin it. I won’t hesitate to make sure nothing gets in my way.”

You threw your hands up in exasperation. “In the way of what?”

“Of me possibly becoming heir,” Ningning said coldly. Her gaze flickered toward her mother briefly before quickly looking away. “While you were off sightseeing and doing God knows what for three years, I was here. Working. Proving myself.”

You sat back, stunned into silence. You hadn’t anticipated your cousin becoming a potential obstacle to your plan. Why was she even talking about wanting to take over as heir? Your father was the chairman—he always had been—and leadership was meant to pass directly to his descendant: you. That’s how it had always been. Was Ningning expecting that to change? Had someone told her it might?

Ningning cleared her throat, regaining her composure, but the malice in her tone was unmistakable as she tsked, “Too bad about Seungho, huh? Too much potential, gone to waste.”

The sudden mention of your brother’s name sent a shockwave through you. Your jaw tightened, and your breath grew heavier as rage simmered beneath the surface. Ningning’s eyes gleamed with a cruel glint as she watched you struggle to keep your composure.

She was goading you—bringing up her desire to inherit the company and now mentioning your deceased brother. As if to suggest that if he were still alive, you wouldn’t have to worry about the company slipping into her hands. It was both insulting and utterly ridiculous. The suspicions you had about her nature just in general, grew a tenfold. You needed to keep your guard up around her from now.

Your voice was low and steady, each word a warning. “Don’t you dare talk about my brother again.”

Ningning tilted her head mockingly. “Struck a nerve, did I?”

You were torn between lunging across the table to tear your cousin’s hair extensions out or maintaining your composure. The weight of the guests’ admiring gazes, oblivious to the venomous exchange currently happening, kept you grounded. You gripped the edge of the table, your nails digging into the wood.

The tension was mercifully broken by Aeri’s sharp voice cutting through the atmosphere. “Move along, witch,” she said, her tone dripping with disdain. “Take your ugly face somewhere else.”

Aeri and Jake had appeared just in time. Ningning turned to them, her expression shifting into a mocking smile. “Oh, look. The mediocre bunch.”

Aeri stepped closer, glaring daggers at Ningning. “Say one more thing, and I’ll bite you,” she growled.

Ningning raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. “How predictable. Classless, as always.” She turned back to you. “Should we expect you at the office on Monday? Let me know and I can ask them to have a red carpet rolled out for you,” her tone dripped with contempt.

Aeri slammed her glass on the table, sneering at Ningning. “I’ll let you know what you can expect, my Jimmy Choo’s so far up your ass, you’re gonna start seeing stars.”  

Ningning flinched at Aeri’s crudeness. She scoffed, stepping away from all of you. Turning back to you, she blew you a kiss. “See you later, cuz.”

She cast a fleeting glance at Jake, who avoided her gaze entirely, before rolling her eyes and sauntering off into the crowd with a haughty air.

Jake immediately turned to you, concern etched across his face. “Are you okay?” he asked gently.

You nodded, though her clenched fists and tense shoulders betrayed her unease. You exhaled slowly, trying to shake off the encounter.

Aeri took a seat beside you crossing her arms. “What the hell did she want?"

From a few yards away, Sunghoon had witnessed some of the scene. He stood with a glass of water in hand, his jaw tightening as he watched Ningning torment you. On his way back to you, he’d been stopped by Jay and Heeseung, who were animatedly discussing something with wide grins.

“Damn,” Jay had said with a low whistle. “This estate is insane. Look at the size of this yard.” He gestured dramatically around them.

Heeseung nodded, swallowing a mouthful of food from the plate he was holding. “The Ahn family used to host yearly galas here. They were the talk of the town. First one in years, though.”

Jay and Sunghoon exchanged a look of mild disgust as Seung continued stuffing his face.

“What?” Seung asked, mouth still full. “It’s either this or I start downing champagne. Your choice.”

Jay rolled his eyes and turned to Sunghoon. “So, what do you think of Y/n? She’s…” He smirked. “Attractive, right?”

Sunghoon frowned. “You’re being ridiculous.” He had braced himself for the inevitable teasing from his friends about you, but he wasn’t confident he’d be able to keep a straight face if they brought you up. In his defense, it wasn’t his fault he was drawn to you—your pretty smile and those doe eyes that always seemed to soften when you looked up at him, how you looked when you spoke about something amusing and your seemingly stubborn determination. He’d caught himself mesmerized by you more than once tonight, each time leaving him more conflicted than before.

He could tell you’d started to trust him. You didn’t need to say it outright; it was in the way you looked at him, the way you let him take the lead without hesitation. It was in your agreement to this whole act in the first place. And as much as his emotions threatened to cloud his judgment, he knew better than to let them take over. You had expectations of him, and he’d be damned if he ever let you down.

“Oh, come on,” Jay pressed. “We’ve been watching you watch her all night. Either you’re a fantastic actor, or there’s something there.”

Sunghoon’s thoughts drifted back to his earlier interaction with you upstairs. How he’d been drawn to you in a way that felt… unsettling. The way your skin felt warm as he slipped the ring on your finger and how inviting your scent was, leaving him momentarily dazed as he breathed it in. Your flustered reaction to his teasing had been adorable, and he’d found himself smirking at the memory. His friends noticed immediately.

“See that?” Jay pointed, grinning. “He’s smiling. Told you.”

Heeseung leaned casually against the table. “You know,” he began, looking directly at Sunghoon, “Jungwon mentioned something interesting to me earlier. Apparently, you were totally dumbstruck when you first saw Y/n today.”

Sunghoon shot his older friend an agitated glare. “Stop fishing for gossip from my assistant,” he snapped.

At that moment, Jungwon himself approached, beaming with excitement. “Hey, guys—”

Sunghoon cut him off, pointing a finger. “HR. Monday. Be there.”

Jungwon’s smile froze, then quickly dropped. “What? Why?” he stammered, glancing over at Heeseung, who was grinning sheepishly.

“Don’t do that!” Jungwon defended himself. “This guy’s relentless, okay? He’s always badgering me to spill stuff.” He pointed at Heeseung. “I swear, I’ve never said anything too sensitive!”

Sunghoon narrowed his eyes. “What exactly does that mean, Jungwon?”

Jungwon hesitated, then began fumbling with his words. “Uh, you know... nothing, like, serious! Just little things! Things that don’t matter!”

“Oh, so my meeting with my lawyer didn’t matter?” Sunghoon countered, his voice sharp with disbelief.

“You were going to tell us anyway.” Jay defended.

Seung snorted, clearly enjoying the exchange. “It’s not like he told us your deepest, darkest secrets, man.”

Sunghoon turned back to Jungwon, exasperated. “That doesn’t make it okay, okay? Why am I even arguing with you about this?”

Jungwon raised his hands defensively. “I don’t know! I’m just saying, that even when I spill, I’ve got boundaries, okay?”

“Boundaries?” Sunghoon repeated, incredulous. “Clearly, they’re not strict enough.”

Heeseung, unable to contain his laughter, chimed in, “This is the most entertaining shit I’ve seen all week.” He reaches out and grabs a champagne glass from a passing waiter’s tray.

Sunghoon shot him another glare before turning back to Jungwon. As frustrating as it was for Jungwon to share details about him with Heeseung and Jay, Sunghoon couldn’t bring himself to fully resent the guy. Deep down, he understood that Jungwon didn’t mean any harm. The three men standing before him were his closest confidants, and it was almost natural for them to discuss his business—even when he wasn’t involved. Maybe it was because Sunghoon trusted them, knowing they would always come clean if they learned something important. Secrets didn’t last long in their circle; sooner or later, they’d spill, especially if it was something concerning.

Firing Jungwon wasn’t an option either. Despite his occasional lapses in discretion, no one was as meticulous or hardworking. It also didn’t hurt that they were family. In Sunghoon’s demanding line of work, having someone trustworthy to handle important tasks, keep him grounded during moments of weakness, and genuinely look out for him was invaluable. And no one did that better than Jungwon.

Before Jungwon could respond to Sunghoon, Jay tapped him on the shoulder and gestured toward your table. Sunghoon followed Jay’s gaze and immediately noticed something off. Your posture was stiff, your jaw clenched, and your fingers gripped the table tightly as you spoke to the girl seated next to you. Your irritation and discomfort were palpable. Sunghoon’s brows furrowed in concern, and he leaned forward slightly to observe the interaction.

“Man, is her whole family this ridiculously attractive?” Jay asked, his eyes flicking to the girl beside you.

Sunghoon hummed noncommittally, his attention still locked on you and the tension radiating from you. He studied your body language and the way the other girl’s lips curled in what could only be described as satisfaction. Something was definitely wrong.

“Did you see the Prime Minister earlier?” Jungwon chimed in, breaking the momentary silence. “Crazy that her family has ties with him. Just goes to show how powerful they really are.”

Jay nodded, nudging Sunghoon. “Must be intimidating, huh? Being tied to a family like that?”

Sunghoon’s focus wavered, his gaze briefly flickering back to his friends. He’d been so engrossed in watching you that he’d barely registered the conversation. He remembered greeting the Prime Minister earlier, feeling distinctly out of place when the two of you exchanged pleasantries and laughed at a joke he didn’t understand. It had been a stark reminder of how little he knew about you and your family—a gap in knowledge he was beginning to wish he could fill. Not for personal reasons, of course. It was for the sake of the charade.

He gave a vague hum in response, making no effort to hide that he hadn’t been paying attention. The men exchanged amused looks before sighing in unison.

“You should get back to her already,” Heeseung said, swapping his champagne glass for another from a passing waiter.

Sunghoon didn’t respond. His gaze returned to you, whose knuckles had turned white from gripping the table so tightly. Your companion seemed to relish your reaction. He saw two figures approach the table, and moments later, the girl seated beside you stood and left, her expression shifting to one of slight annoyance.

The prime minister’s son placed a hand on your shoulder, his posture protective. Sunghoon’s feet moved before his mind could process it, carrying him toward the group. By the time he reached you, he heard your friends murmuring to, urging you to calm down and ignore the other girl.

Your brow was furrowed in frustration, but your expression softened slightly when you noticed Sunghoon. “Sunghoon?” you said, voice tinged with surprise.

Aeri and Jake turned to face him. Aeri’s face lit up with a bright smile, and she extended her hand. “Hi, I’m Aeri, Y/n’s best friend.”

Sunghoon bowed slightly as he took her hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you,” he said smoothly.

He turned to Jake, who hesitated before shaking his hand. “And you’re the Prime Minister’s son? We saw each other earlier, but I didn’t get the chance to say hello. Forgive me.”

“It’s fine,” Jake replied curtly, his attention shifting back to you.

You and Aeri exchanged a glance, immediately sensing the tension between the two men. You wondered if Sunghoon’s standoffishness had anything to do with you mentioning Jake earlier and calling him your best friend. Was he… jealous? You shook the thought away, deciding it was ridiculous.

Aeri broke the awkward silence with an exaggerated scoff. “Alright, this is weird. I’m getting a drink. Jake, come with me.”

Jake started to signal a waiter for champagne, but Aeri stopped him. “No, something stronger. Let’s find the good stuff,” she said with a mischievous grin and a wink.

Your heart sank momentarily. You could already imagine them raiding your parents’ liquor collection. Your parents wouldn’t notice, but you still hoped they wouldn’t make too much of a mess.

“Find me if you need anything, Y/n.” Jake said over his shoulder and Sunghoon narrowed his eyes.

Aeri waved at Sunghoon. “Lovely to meet you. Take care of her, alright?”

Once they were gone you turned to your fiancé who for some reason was still standing. You raised an eyebrow, your voice cutting through the lingering silence. “Are you planning to sit at all?” your tone was light but edged with exhaustion.

He ignored the remark, his gaze softening slightly. “Are you alright?” he asked, his voice low but carrying a genuine note of concern.

You hesitated before letting out a quiet sigh. “My feet are killing me,” you admitted, glancing down at the unforgiving heels you’d been wearing all evening. “I was just thinking about slipping into something more comfortable.”

Sunghoon nodded, noting how your guarded tone and distant eyes betrayed more than just physical discomfort. He didn’t press you; you clearly weren’t ready to discuss what had unfolded earlier. Instead, he extended his hand toward you in a silent offer.

You blinked, momentarily caught off guard, but took his hand. His grip was firm yet gentle as he helped you stand. For a fleeting moment, you were acutely aware of the warmth of his touch. But you pushed the thought aside, reasoning that this was just another example of Sunghoon’s impeccable manners—nothing more.

You began weaving through the clusters of guests, moving past pockets of laughter and animated conversation. The party’s energy had shifted as the champagne flowed freely, with voices rising and laughter growing louder. You clung a little tighter to Sunghoon’s arm, partly for balance but mostly for a sense of steadiness amidst the chaos.

Inside the house, you reached the grand staircase. You paused, staring up at the daunting ascent. Your shoulders sagged slightly, and you muttered under your breath, weighing the pain in your feet against the effort it would take to climb.

Sunghoon watched you closely, his brow furrowing. For a moment, he considered offering to carry you or walking you all the way to your room. But he stopped himself, unsure if such a gesture would be overstepping. Instead, he stayed silent, ready to assist if needed.

Just as you had gathered herself to take the first step, a soft, melodic voice called out your name. “Y/n?”

You turned, your posture straightening in surprise when you saw the source of the voice. Your voice was a mix of shock and warmth.

“Sana?”

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[sleepy-snaildan]

LEAVE THAT LITTLE GUY ALONE!!

[mikufigureoftheday]

Good day everyone!! 💙💚💙💚 I hope you're all staying safe in this intense heat we have going on ❤️‍🔥

I'm starting to get a loooot of repeat asks looking for the same type/kind/style of figure. Ex: I had someone today looking for short haired ones even though I made a post about them a day or two ago ಥ_ಥ

I don't really want to clog up the blog copy and pasting a link to my previous answer, and I also don't want someone looking through it for one post that may or may not be there with the answer they want. So I went through and retagged a bunch of the posts with the compliation tag!

I'm going to start deleting asks that are looking for things already in there, so please check before sending in a question ✧(｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

Have a good one and make sure you drink plenty of water!!! 💦💦

[toxinoire]

Who's your favorite Heather?

Musical Veronica: My favorite? None really. I mean, Mac's pretty sweet and Chandler, despite her bitchiness drives me to places so. Oh but Duke's an ass.

Musical Chandler: Damn right I'm the favorite.

Musical McNamara: o(〃＾▽＾〃)o

Musical Duke: Fuck you too.

~Meanwhile~

Movie Veronica: Duke.

Movie Mac: ಥ_ಥ

Movie Chandler:

Movie Duke: (◍•ᴗ•◍)

Movie Chandler: Fuck you Heather.

Movie Duke: Sorry Heather...

Movie Veronica: I will fight you Heather-

[mate-de-ensalada]

I was reading There is always another by Mckenzie Lee because of a meme I had seen and WHAT THE FUCK HAD I FORGOTTEN HOW SAAD THIS THING WAS. I think I read it a while ago but Jesus how hard it hit me this time, in addition to breaking your soul, he will also grab you with a knife and cut your hand and then throw lemon and salt at you, it's also super funny! so I made a compilation with the best parts of the best characterization of Obi Wan that came out of Lucas Films. and with shit quality

Let's start with obi-dad kenobi being a single dad to an unwanted kid !

Yes obi wan it would have been

Now with " Your so much like your father and I loved him so damb much and I love you so damb much kenobi "

The next one....the way I was almost crying at 8 in the morning should be illegal , because ofc he's the dumb beautiful son of your dumb beautiful friend ಥ_ಥ

Next ia "Anakin being an difficult traumatize child "

The next page was just wild

There is a lot more but I don't want to use a computer ✧(｡•̀ᴗ-)✧ . There is also a fuck amout of comedy in this, including a paragraph were obi wan wishes thta oamde would have been the chosen one and Anakin the prince , there is also an arto saying kriff ( the fuck in star wars )

[itlogricky]

Hi, I saw that your orders were open <3 I'd like to ask for headcanons/scenarios (it's up to you) Boys Blk with a Brazilian "reader"… who has an ambiverted personality

Hii! Thank you for requesting<3 I totally love your idea and i deeply apologize if theres something wrong since i am still unfamiliar with Brazilian culture so i had to research and if some are out of character. ಥ_ಥ

~ 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐗 𝐆𝐍!𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐙𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑!

~𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐈 𝐘𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈.

~ Understanding his lover's culture and customs is always crucial or important. ~In addition to wanting to learn more about your past, also want to feel you ease with him.

~ Definitely loves dancing the samba with you, and watches alot of Brazilian films.

~ He's the type of guy who likes to give his lover the impression that is truly interested in their culture. ♡´･ᴗ･`♡

~ 𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐀.

~ He adores his lover, that would be awesome for him because hes probably the guy who adores ambivert people and the vibe Brazil produces!

~ He would be hoping that you can give him some unique fashion advices to try out also!

~ It would be a wonderful chance for him to know each others cultures a little better.

~ Probably develops knowledge of various musical genres,dances,dishes and perhaps even various holidays. Loves understanding more about the holidays and other more aspects of their culture. ꉂ(ˊᗜˋ*)♡

~ 𝐇𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐀 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐈.

~He thinks it would be fascinating to learn about his lovers culture.

~ Would love if you teach him about your culture!

~ Will learn about your customs,cuisine,speech patterns and values!

~Knowing how people from different cultures talk and think would be incredible to him about one another's cultures and to recognize how important they be.

~ 𝐒𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎 𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐈.

~ He finds it amazing and thinks your own unique personalities are able to balance out.

~ Even if he's lazy, he would love to learn their culture.

~ Finds language,food,traditions, and values of the Brazilian people interesting and nice.

~ For him, learning your culture allows him to better understand and connect with you.

~ 𝐑𝐄𝐎 𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐆𝐄.

~ Probably it would be very interesting for him, he could be the one to bring out your more outgoing side, while you can help him be more introverted!

~ Would want to learn about your culture. Not a need but want.

~ He wants to properly familiarize himself with the lovely country of Brazil.

~ He's the type of guy to try all the different dishes and different musical artists.

~ 𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐑𝐈𝐍.

~ He thinks it would be a lot more enjoyable and better company than usual for him.

~ Probably can learn the basics of Brazil and finds a couple of interesting things in Brazil.

~ Takes notes about your culture.

~ He would learn your language first in trying to attempt into their culture, followed next is by learning about religions and holidays.

~ 𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐒𝐀𝐄.

~ He thinks its a great thing to have a lover that's an ambivert.

~ Would be absolutely be interested in finding more about your culture and celebrating their background.

~ Makes an effort to learn your language, and observe their festivals and special days.

~ Probably says understanding someones culture is the key to forge a deeper connection with his relationship.

Thank you for reading!(*＾＾*)

[hymemena]

Send A Symbol To...

Remember to specify muse for multimuse blogs!

CW: Intoxication, Alcohol, Drugs, Drug Use, Violence, Abandonment, Food

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(❀❛ ֊ ❛„)♡ - Confess something to my muse

૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა - Find my muse hiding

ଘ(੭ ᐛ ) - Know my muse is showing false confidence

૮ ＾ﻌ＾ა�� - Cuddle under a blanket with my muse

٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و - Find my muse drunk/high

ʚ(´꒳`)ɞ - Compliment my muse

૮ ˙Ⱉ˙ ა - Be bitten by my muse

(ಥ_ಥ) - Catch my muse crying

ଘ(∩^o^)⊃━☆゜ - Give my muse a costume (bonus: Specify what)

( •̯́ ^ •̯̀) - Make my muse cry

ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ - Deal with the aftermath of your muse leaving mine behind

(๑ > ᴗ < ๑) - Cook/bake with my muse

[sigyn-foxyposts]

The summer heat is the one to blame!🌞🏖️

*Sigyn and Loki were visiting idunn during summer, the heat beginning to get a little too much as they sit outside*

Sigyn: Gods.. This weather is becoming unbearable to sit through! ಥ_ಥ

Idunn: I agree! Hold on guys I'll go prepare something nice and refreshing, Bragi come with me.. ("^_^) =3

*Meanwhile Bragi is having a very intense staring contest with Loki because they're both salty at each other still *

Idunn: STOP STARING AT LOKI LIKE THAT-!

*Idunn grabs Bragi by the shirt and dragged him into the other room to help her*

Bragi: AH- NOOooo.. Σ(ﾟДﾟ；)

Loki: Hah! Take that you cowardly poet!

Sigyn: Loki.. ( ಠ - ಠ )

Loki: I know, I'll behave..i just get such a good laugh from this bunch! ( ͡≖ ل͜ ͡≖)

Sigyn: That isn't a first time hehe! (￣∇￣)

Loki: Besides the heat isn't the only one getting to you, I am so pent up..! (´◡`)"

Sigyn: Oh? (눈‸눈)

Loki: Yeah, I was wondering if you'd mind doing something about that for me, while we have the chance~? ✧(｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

Sigyn: Oh I see, why didn't you just ask~

*Sigyn leans over and almost sitting on his lap trying kissing him*

Idunn: Alright my friends, we are back!(^v^♪)

*Loki swiftly throws Sigyn off himself and back to her seat, leaving her dissolved*

Bragi: what the.. ಠಿ_ಠ

Idunn: A glass of fresh lemonade for everyone! ꉂ(ˊᗜˋ*)♡

Loki: J-Just what we needed, glad you took the chance in preparing this for us sweet idunn. I could have passed out! (≧v≦)"

Idunn: Of course Loki, I wouldn't want that!!

Sigyn: *Whispers into his ear* Right, because we love taking chances, don't we trickster~? (˵ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°˵)

*Loki blushes and sips from his drink, trying to hide his smirk while Sigyn is all smug.*

Bragi: I'm not even going to ask... -._-.

[witchwitchy]

doing a intro because i saw other nrc students do one

please call me witchy as i wont be disclosing my name to ANY of you (๑•̀д•́๑)

my rules are pretty much simple and if you cant follow them, please expect me to curse you

✧(｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

• PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF THE GREAT SEVEN IF YOU SEE ME DOING A RITUAL DO NOT REPORT ME TO THE HEADMAGE ヽ(`д´；)/

• suggestive asks are okay BUT KEEP IT AT A MINIMUM PLEASE ONE OF MY FRIENDS LOOKS OVER THIS BLOG AND SHE HATES NSFW （Ω Д Ω）

• any sort of form of cat beastmen please stay away from me, i am scared of you ಥ_ಥ

• and the basic dni obviously

that should be all so BYE FOR NOW

Hi I am the friend she mentioned, i will be looking on her blog specifically on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Sundays to make sure she isn't bothering any of you as she tends to get a bit... how do i say this? violent, i mean it isn't her fault since most of the students here are violent too but whenever i show up on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Sundays please don't be afraid to tell me if she did say and/or did something violent

///OOC HI WITCHY'S CREATOR HERE IF YOU WANNA LEARN MORE ABOUT WITCHY, CLICK HERE !!!!

note:this is my own au where ramshackle is a official dorm and never became what it did in the canon version. multiple of my ocs will show up on this blog though but i will make emoji sign offs for all of them dw! i am not the best of roleplaying so please be patient with me 🙏 goodbye for now though! i will try and post frequently on this blog

[tufzy-baybey]

could i have some caregiver hanzo, lifeweaver and/or ramattra headcanons with/for an adult regressor please? (*^‿^*) your hcs so far have been so cool and give me so much comfort ♡´･ᴗ･`♡

EEK OMG OFC OFC :3

I'm so sorry I didn't post this as quickly as possible i currently have a bunch of finals lol ٩(๑꒦ິȏ꒦ິ๑)۶

FIRST UP HANZOOOO!!!1!

You do have to explain to him how your coping mechanisms work, he asks a few questions then and there, and listening very well, even if he stays quiet for a bit.

After a few questions he seems to understand really well, like once you explain it to him once he's already got it!

As someone with a lot a trauma he understands your struggle (╥﹏╥)

He really wants to help you, like he doesnt want your mental health no where near his, so when he found out you don't really have a caregiver he practically just assigned himself to the job lol

What I mean by this is that he happened to be around when you were age regressing, and literally just went with it as a caregiver.

As time went on you both accepted you roles, with the occasional question just to make sure no ones uncomfortable :3

First time he wasn't perfect, obvi!

He just made sure he was in the room with you, making sure you were happy while in little space.

You definitely tried to interact with him a few times, but since he didn't really know what to do he would give you quick responses and a pat on the head, while he read himself a book, he was scared of doing something wrong, but he simply made sure he was near you <3

After a while he gets a lot more comfortable with being your caregiver, so don't worry!

Definitely gives you two blue dragon plushies?!?! You take them everywhere in case you need comfort and it just melts his heart like???

He loves babying you so much.

Baby voice baby voice BABY VOICE

In a way, this has also become a coping mechanism for him, caring for someone when before he did the opposite </3

Both of you need each other at the end of the day, romantic, platonically, or whatever! You both heal a little by each day. ♡

Life Weaver ain't no wife leaverrrrr

I don't really know much about life Weaver other than he's gay and pretty chill lol

When you tell him your coping mechanism, you don't have to explain to him, he already knows, doesn't say how he knew though.

When you told him you currently had not caregiver, he asked if you'd like for him to take on the role.

You two talked about it a little more, a lot more communication! :3

Be prepared for a bunch of lotus/flower themed gifts! (Mostly baby stuff though)

DEFF GIVES YOU THIS PLUSHIE

All for cuddling with you if you ask!

You both communicate a lot to make sure none of you guys are uncomfortable or want anything specific :3

Definitely puts on winx club depending on how far down you agere (you cannot tell me he didn't watch that show! He so pretended to be a fairy!)

Tinkerbell franchise too!

Lots of baby snacks for you!

Mostly fruit cut out by a flower or heart shaped cookie cutter (≡^∇^≡)

He loves spoiling you and playing games with you so much it makes him so happy to see you be so comfortable around him <3

Some tickle monster attacks! But does not tickle you for more than like 20 seconds, doesn't want you overstimming, or possibly because some people don't like too much tickling :3

Forehead kisses!

Doesn't matter what your relationship is outside of your coping mechanism, you two are real close, he'll just pop out into your house and just hang out, same goes with the other way around!

Totally plays dolls (BARBIE AND WINX DOLLS, some are monster high too!)

(Sorry there isn't a lot of content for lifeweaver :'3)

I swear I could do a better job at decorating Ram's banner but j couldn't find anything good on picsart ಥ_ಥ

I decided to cut this in two parts, since Ram has a lot of past trauma with humans, so one part is specifically for an omnic reader. (But some human reader headcanons do apply to the omnic ones!)

Omnic specific

You two have known each other since the omnic crisis, but you two were never that close.

The whole crisis did bring everyone together though, there were times where groups of Omnics would simply relax, cuddle (at least imitating the act if cuddling) and repair each other, it became a way of bonding, in a way.

After the omnic crisis however, you, Ramattra, Zenyatta, and a few other omnics became a lot more closer.

After one day of just hanging out with Zenyatta and Ramattra, you confess about your coping mechanism.

Zenyatta feels so enlightened now that you found a way to cope and to heal from your suffering.

Ramattra however, feels a little sad, he is happy to see you healing, but he can't help but feel you wouldn't have to heal if you weren't broken up into pieces during the omnic crisis o(ㄒoㄒ)

You were never really a child, but age regressing helps you feel safer, took you to an Imaginary place and time with no omnic crisis, no trauma, no baggage..

Ramattra didn't know you currently didn't have a caretaker, but didn't investigate on that part.

(Kinda like hanzo) he legit just started to take care of you during little space!

He's a lot more physically affectionate, hugging you and cradling you around.

EXTRA ARMS = MORE CUDDLES!!! (≡^∇^≡)

Human version!

(Again some of these can apply to omnic readers, that's why I just wrote more of a backstory back there!)

You and Ram both met by Zenyatta, you were one of his students.

Ramattra obviously didn't like you at first, just like Genji he very much did not trust you at all!

He learned about your age regressing through Zenyatta (with permission ofc!)

He's still skeptical around you, but no longer sees you as a physical threat (never really saw you as one anyways) but he's a lot less rude and suspicious around you.

The more Ram learned about you the more pity he felt for your experiences.

He accidentally walked in on you in your little space (whether it was uncontrollably age regressing or planned) he was a little taken aback, because he didn't exactly plan on what he'd do if he was with you during your little space.

You were like a nervous child, hiding and peeking out of your hiding place when you saw him, you knew your relationship wasn't the best exactly. :;(∩´﹏`∩);:

He saw this as you being vulnerable, which you were to him; he didn't want to do anything that would change your perspective of him negatively or change your relationship negatively, he was just starting to like you too! Ó╭╮Ò

After a but of silence, you thought he was just gonna walk away. But he just sat down, cross legged.

Once he sat down you crawled out of your hiding space, still a little nervous.

Surprisingly he started the conversation, asking why you are alone, especially in little space, you sat cross legged too in front of him, and quietly explained you don't have anyone to really take care of you, but you still manage.

After a few seconds of processing, he finally speaks up, "Then...I shall..supervise you until then." He said, a little hesitation in his voice, he didn't want to sign up to something he wasn't experienced in, but he also didnt want you alone vulnerable, his mind would spiral into all the different (and some not-so-logical) ways you could get hurt during little space, if it weren't for you lighting up hearing his proposal. He found that kinda wholesome and cute in a way, not that he would voice it out loud though.

Even though he didn't exactly say he was your caretaker, in a way it was since you never really got a replacement for him, not that you needed to though <3

He's a bit more on the quiet side on the few first days, when ever you would accidentally touch him he couldn't help but flinch, he'd apologize under his own imitation of a breath, but he definitely wasn't at fault, he's a very traumatized omnic ಥ_ಥ

Slowly but surely he does get comfortable with you, he won't flinch with you touch him and he's more talkative towards to in a more natural way.

He'll never tell you this but he finds taking care of a someone smaller and vulnerable makes him feel at peace somehow, like it makes him feel better for all those omnics he couldnt help..

You'd have to ask him to carry you and cuddle first, otherwise he won't initiate anything, at this point he's no longer scared or suspicious of you, he's just scared to accidentally hurt you in a way where he won't be allowed to take care of you anymore :(

He's a little stiff and awkward when cuddling or cradling you, you would have to reassure him a few times you'd be okay!

He needs LOTS of communication or body language to understand what makes you most comfortable and safe.

On his free time he'd definitely carve and paint some wooden toys for you, but if someone walks in on him he'd simply say it's a carving of something else, if it's you however he won't bother hiding it (unless it's a surprise, but poor guy he's so obvious when hiding something you already know when he's doing it)

He loves to examine your face, either just cupping it and staring at you, or gently pinching your cheeks, tracing your eyebrows and booping your nose!

He's very attentive, if something is slightly off with your body language or your tone, he will definitely ask if there's something wrong or worse, if there's a human making you feel negatively.

Don't get me wrong he really likes you at this point, but that doesn't mean he likes other humans! (•ˋ _ ˊ•)

Not used to name calling, maybe just call him Ram, Rammy or any other nickname instead of parental nicknames :3

In a way, healing yourself also heals Ramattra in a way, so it's a win-win situation.

He is still very much traumatized, and he definitely feels uncomfortable when he's in a vulnerable situation with you, it's nothing against you, things like that just take a lottttt of time (〃∀〃)ゞ

Also lots of star gazing or meditating in the woods (he'd be meditating and you'd probably be in his lap playing with your wooden toys)

Sometimes small animals come to examine what you two are doing, they either get scared by your sudden movement or get scared, Ramattra doesn't mind either way, as long as you aren't getting into any trouble like getting into poison ivy lol. ˙˚ʚ(´◡`)ɞ˚˙

In the end of the day, you two are good friends, after a bit of time you will most likely get closer, into what you two become is up to you :3

This took a while to get out and I'm sorry for that lol! Anyways I love you and keep age regress safely <333

[kquil]

Hey! I don't mean to bug you, I was just wondering if you were going tk post chapter 7 of heros in tattos next weekend cause we didn't see anything Over this past weekend.

Hope you had an amazing day

waaahhhh! i'm so sorry my darling 。°(°.◜ᯅ◝°)°。 i fully planned on posting chapter seven on sunday but it took longer than i expected because i kept adding more and more things in and even redid some stuff too -- i didn't want to rush it and give your darlings half-baked writing (especially after i posted divorcing orion black chpt.2 without proofreading or editing it (ﾉಥ益ಥ）ﾉ ┻━┻)

-- also my life kinda fell apart the previous week (ಥ‿ಥ) and i finally found the will to do something about it at 3am on sunday (both fortunate and unfortunate timing) so writing hasn't really been my top priority the past two days (oᗜo') nevertheless, im definitely posting chapter 7 today (5th March) 6pm GMT time (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

(i've also been working on more side projects in the background so i've been a pretty busy bee despite my life falling to pieces (ง ͠ಥ_ಥ)ง .... why do i do this to myself?)

p.s also! please don't feel bad about asking me about posting, since i made a commitment to posting every weekend, i want to be kept accountable for it! i'm also working on my horrendous time management skills this year so this will definitely push me to do that <3

[mrlaaay]

I am very bad speak English but I'm learning and I want to tell you that this mouth has been hard for me ಥ_ಥ

I got this drawing for the first time all summer.

But I will try to reach even small peaks dayᕙ(⇀‸↼‶)ᕗ

Thanks you٩(๑･ิᴗ･ิ)۶

[littlemochix17]

Chapter 1

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In the middle of the night, a little 11-year-old girl was trying to unlock the door of her small room with a playing card sneaking into the living room carefully not to wake anyone she looked at the clock on the wall to see the time 11: 58 she is just on time she walked to the window with her little bag that has everything she needs for the night and gets out of it her small whiteboard with a board eraser and a black maker she then got 3 pebbles out of her bag and opened the living room window that was in the face of the window of the Dursleys and throw one pebble and waited a bit to see two familiar emerald eyes and a bright smile she didn't waste any more time and started writing on her whiteboard

(Y/n) : Hey (≧∇≦)/

Harry: Hey, why didn't you come visit today?

It was their way to talk to one another without getting caught by the others so every day at 12: 00 o'clock they talked with the two whiteboards (Y/n) brought for the two to talk at night when they couldn't talk to each other because of the Dursleys or (Y/n)'s grandma they are now talking every day at midnight for almost 4 years

The girl wrote a reply to him quickly

(Y/n) : Oh sorry, I couldn't come over my grandma won't let me out of the house today but here I am!

The boy smiled even more he really liked her she was his only friend the only one who helped him escape the harsh life he was living she was the only person he always looked forward to seeing whenever she made his life brighter with every little thing she do to him makes his heart melt of happiness knowing that he is not alone the last 4 years of them being friends was the best 4 years in his life

Harry: Yeah, but I missed you ಥ_ಥ

(Y/n) : I missed you too, how was your day without me (◍•ᴗ•◍)

Harry: Pretty much the same as always it was really boring (-_-)

The girl laughed at her friend's response but then remembered what she really wanted to do with him today so she erased her writing and replaced it with another one showing it to her friend

(Y/n) : Can you meet me in the backyard of my house now?

Harry: Okay but why and how do I even get there the house door is locked

(Y/n) : Get out of the window be quick I will meet you there bye

And with her writing that she got up from the floor and closed the window and got out quickly but carefully not to wake anyone

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ 𝐻𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑦'𝑠 𝑃𝑂𝑉 ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

Before I could write something back to her she closed her window and ran outside I followed her getting out of the window. good thing the window wasn't that high so I easily jumped out of it and followed her to the backyard I was surprised when I saw a white blanket laying on the ground with some Sandwiches, fruits and orange juice

but (Y/n) was nowhere to be seen until...

"Boo!" Someone screamed in my ear making me jump back then I heard laughing while I looked back I saw (Y/n) holding her stomach laughing at my reaction I smiled and chuckled a little and then brought her into a hug which she returned almost immediately I then break the hug and looked at her

"Why did you call me here this the first time you made me sneak out of the house you know," I said waiting for my answer she just smiled and took my hand leading me to the blanket she site us down and turned to me

"Well I know that the Dursleys don't allow you to do anything fun or anything you want so I made us this picnic and made sandwiches and some snacks to enjoy and here is one more thing" She stopped talking for a moment looking at me and smiled I smiled back then without breaking eye contact she pulled something from her back I looked at it it was a cake in the shape of a cupcake but 10 times bigger

"I know your birthday is in 6 weeks but I guess I saw that this was the best chance to surprise you," She said she took me by surprise that was the first time she had done something like that I mean yeah she would bring me gifts and we would sneak some sweets in my room and eat it together

"Happy early birthday Harry" She finished and put the cake aside giving me a small box and telling me to open it I opened it to see a framed picture of the both of us laughing together I looked up at her and hugged her tightly

"Thank (Y/n) that means a lot really," I said releasing her from my grip

"No it's ok I like seeing you happy," She said smiling at me

Petuina was banging on Harry's door to unlock

We then stayed for hours talking, eating and laughing with each other we really had fun but then we had to go back I goodbye to her and when I went back to my bedroom I put the picture (Y/n) gave me on my shelf and slept with a smile on my face

"Up. Get up. Now" Yelled Petuina

While Harry was getting up and putting his glasses on Dudley started jumping on the stairs making the room under it sake violently shouting at the boy

"Wake up cousin we are going to the zoo!" Said Dudley running downstairs and going to the dining room but not before pushing Harry back inside the room he was coming from and slamming the door with his foot making the door hit Harry's head Harry got up again and rubbed his head entering the kitchen seeing his aunt and her son rubbing their noses together but they stopped when Harry entered looking at him with disgust

"Why don't you just start cooking breakfast and try not to burn anything" She said to him while he made his way to the kitchen

"Yes Aunt Petunia" Was all that he said

"Mum, did you ask (Y/n) and Freya to come with us to the zoo?" Asked Dudley which got Harry's attention while he was cooking breakfast

"Of course honey they should be here in a minute" Said Petuina

"I want everything to be perfect for my Dudley's special day" Continued Petuina while covering her son's eyes and leading him to where his father was sitting

"Hurry up! bring my coffee boy" Said Vernon while glaring at the boy

"Yes Uncle Vernon," Said Harry politely

Petuina uncovered Dudley's eyes reviling his unsurprised face slowly turning to anger he then looked at his father

"How many are they!?" Asked Dudley

"36 counted them myself," Said Vernon proudly

"36 BUT LAST YEAR I GOT 37!" Shouted Dudley at his father

"Yeah, yeah well some of them are bigger than last year" Said Vernon nervously

"I DON'T CARE HOW BIG THEY ARE! " Shouted Dudley at him but Petuina put a hand on his shoulder

"No, no no this is what we were going to do he said when we go out we are going to buy you two more presents how is that pumpkin?" Said Petuina trying to calm down her son

Just then the doorbell rang Dudley ran to open the door reviling a familiar (H/c) girl holding two gifts in her hand and smiling brightly

"Happy birthday Dudley sorry Freya is sick she couldn't come over but I bought you your gifts" Said (Y/n)

After she said hi to all the Dursleys she walked outside to the car with Harry

"You look tired" Said Harry

"Well yeah I didn't get much sleep last night I was cleaning the house before my grandma came back" She said tiredly

She opened the door and got into the car waiting for the boy to come too but before he got there his uncle shut the door and pointed at him with his car keys

"I am warning you now boy any funny business at all and you won't have any meals for a week get in" He said glaring at him

Harry just got in the car as he was told (Y/n) was sitting between both of the boys she was talking with Dudley when Harry came in she looked at him and smiled sadly at him she heard what Vernon said to him and made a mental note to herself

'Make sure to bring Harry dinner every day for the next week'

"Hey are you alright" She asked

"Yeah I am fine don't worry about it" He smiled at her

They all arrived at the zoo (Y/n) was walking beside Harry before Dudley took her hand dragging her to the entrance even though Dudley was a mean, rude and spoiled boy he liked the company of the girl he and his family acted a little nicely to Harry when she is around trying to show how they are the perfect family of course.

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ 𝐻𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑦'𝑠 𝑃𝑂𝑉 ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

All of us were walking until Dudley stopped in front of a snake so we all stopped there with me standing between Dudley and (Y/n). Dudley was getting impatient he wanted the snake to move

"Make it move" Said Dudley to his father without looking at him so Uncle Vernon knocked on the glass that was separating us from the snake

"Move" ordered Uncle Vernon reserving nothing from the snake now Dudley was angry and started shouting at it while banging on the glass

"Move!" He shouted which was getting on my nerves so I yelled at him

"He's asleep!"

"Boring" Replied Dudley and he turned away with his parents

I looked to my left and saw (Y/n) smiling at me and I smiled back at her then she looked back at the snake and started talking to him

"Sorry about that," She said and I continued

"Yeah sorry about him he doesn't understand what it's like lying there day after day watching press their ugly faces in on you" Then the snake winked at us and I felt (Y/n)'s hand on my shoulder I looked at her she was surprised as I am so now I know that I am not going mental or something

"Can you hear us?" I asked the snake and he nodded

I then looked at (Y/n) and she looked at me we chuckled and looked back at the snake who was now bringing his head up to look at us

"It's just we have never talked to a snake before," I said then (Y/n) asked him

"Do you only-- do you talk to people often?" She asked him but he shook his head

I looked at her while she was talking to the snake I could still hear her talk but my main focus was on her and a smile made its way to my face unconditionally

"You are from Bruma, aren't you? Was it nice there? do you miss your family?" She said and then the snake pointed with his head to something so she moved her head to my direction and held eye contact for a second then she looked at a sign beside me I looked at it and it said "Bred in captivity" Then at the snake and said

"I see, that's us as well we never meet our parents"

Then Dudley came and pushed me to the ground

When Harry looked up to see (Y/n) by his side looking for injuries

"Are you ok, did you hurt yourself? do you have any injuries?" She asked in a worried tone

After nodding to her Harry could only look at Dudley angrily and then something unexpected happened while Dudley was putting both of his hands on the glass it disappeared and the boy fell in and the snake slowly got out the two friends gasped and looked at each other backing a little until the snake slid in front of Harry

"Thanksss~," Said the snake

Back at the Dresley's they all came in except for (Y/n) who had gone to her own home Petuina and Dudley got in then Vernon got in with Harry and grabbed his hair harshly

"Anytime" Replied Harry then the snake started sliding away scaring more people then Dudley tried to get out to where he was only to find that the glass was back he started to panic, screaming and banging on the glass from inside calling for his mother both of Harry and (Y/n) couldn't help but laugh at the scene in front of them I mean who could blame them Dudley sure deserves what happened to him but their laughs and chuckles stopped when Vernon glared at Harry

"What happened?!" Asked Vernon angrily at Harry

"I swear I don't know!" Replied the boy

"One minute the glass was there and then it was gone it was like magic!" He continued only for Vernon to growl at him more and lock him up in the stairs room

"There is no such thing as magic" And with that Vernon closed the small window at the door and walked away

[mikufigureoftheday]

Do you know any Miku figures that are pretty covered up ? I might wanna start a collection but I live with my family and they’re pretty strict….

you don’t have to do it ofc !

I feel your pain man ಥ_ಥ I'll help you out

Firstly, I'd like to point out that most nendoroids (depending on how strict they are of course, it's up to you) are too un-detailed and simplified to be suggestive imo

Ex: these have a lot of exposed leg but its far less obvious bc of how un-detailed they are

There are A LOT of nendoroids so it may be worth looking into

But of course, I also come with some more detailed ones:

This one I haven't posted, but it's the Alice in Wonderland by Taito

And this one has a lil gap between the shorts and socks, but is otherwise fully covered

Hopefully, one of these works for you and you get your very own Miku ✧(｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

[xox-l0v3l1-l1y4-xox]

Today, I'll be sharing two albums I own from an obscure producer: muhmue!

I honestly don't understand why his songs aren't more popular; he makes some of the most catchy technopop tracks with GUMI and Rin! It's too bad these he's been inactive for a while now... ಥ_ಥ Welp, I'm subscribed to his NND, so when he does come back, I'll be one of the first to know! uwu

I am uploading these albums for preservation purposes! Since he's such an obscure producer, please, PLEASE purchase his albums on BOOTH if you like what you hear:

For the physical albums, you'll need a Japanese proxy to purchase and ship them to you— I personally recommend From Japan! It's not as complicated as you might think, and you can always PM me if you have questions; I'd be happy to help!! ^^ He has more albums than the ones available on his BOOTH that occasionally pop up on Suruga-ya or Yahoo! Japan Auctions.

Now, onto the uploads!

Rather than a proper album, 'Emotions' is an EP with 5 tracks! 2 of them are remixes of Chemical Emotion, muhmue's most popular song, titled Chemical Emotion -Ultramarine mix- and Chemical Emotion -navy blue mix- respectively! The other three are original tracks, of which my favorite has to be Hyper Liar sung by Rin! :3

AHHHH, I love this album so much!! It slaps from beginning to end, not to mention the adorable album art! (๑•ᴗ•๑)♡ Some of my favorites from this album are: indigo flower, Parallel Transistor, Tenshi no Kureyon (Crayons of Angels), Kirei Koto (Lip Service), 2 smiles, Chemical Emotion, and— of course— Pure Rhythm! Hope y'all enjoy it as much as I did!!

All songs were extracted from the CD in FLAC format, so that they're the best possible quality without being too large! I tag songs like this: Japanese Name (Romaji name or English translation). The artist is the synthesizer (or synthesizers) credited for the vocals, while the album artist is the producer whose album it is. In the composer field, I put anyone who was involved in creating the song, regardless of who did what. If they mastered the song, they're there. If they manipulated the synthesizer's voice for the song, they're there. If they wrote the lyrics for the song, they're there. If the link doesn't work, shoot me a message to let me know. Otherwise, enjoy! (≡^∇^≡)

[flowerguy4ever]

Hi brenny! I missed u(◍•ᴗ•◍). Im Finna be lonely On Valentínes es day💀. But briefcase isnt. Lol imaginé being lonely On Valentínes day. That can totally be me ಥ_ಥ. *sobbing quietly*

Brendon: same too buddy. Same

Brendon: *sobs with you*