#to the point where i thought i was getting a lover session invite

[lovestory]

if i could go back to 2018 i would earn myself the title of the dreaded ~self reblogger~ likeeee i would be the most insufferable bitch. stealing the neighbour's cat for selfies every day. exaggerated reaction videos to absolutely fucking everything. sewing a tour costume by hand and making sure taylor knew where the fuck i was going to be sitting. one of my biggest regrets in life was being too afraid to annoy my followers on a website that is very close to being fucking dead all these years later lmao

[gyuuberryy]

a tailored connection

pairing: designer!sunghoon x muse!reader

synopsis: sunghoon, a talented designer, has always harboured feelings for his longtime friend, you. when he invites you to be his muse, the sessions are charged with a tension that neither of you can ignore. as sunghoon’s compliments and intimate moments reveal deeper feelings, a surprising twist shakes your world. with your engagement to someone else looming and sunghoon grappling with his emotions, both of you face a turning point that will challenge everything you thought you knew about love and friendship.

genre: friends to lovers, both are fools in love

warnings: looot of tension, angst!! , kissing, crying, not really proofread

note: aaand with this royally yours comes to an end, i had a great time writing it! where can i get a man who makes me dresses like this :( i hope you enjoy reading this<3

word count: 16.8k

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the sound of laughter echoes through the village streets, a memory woven into the fabric of your childhood. sunghoon had always been there, his presence as familiar to you as the sky above. you grew up side by side—first as playmates, then as something more complicated, though neither of you had the words for it yet.

it started with simple things. the way he’d hold out his hand to help you over the stones in the river, his grip firm but gentle. the way he’d always save the last piece of the bread he bought for lunch, handing it to you with a shy grin. and the way he’d linger just a bit longer when you hugged him goodbye, his arms wrapping around you like he was afraid to let go.

you were never apart for long, always finding reasons to be in each other’s company. as children, you’d run wild through the village, a pair of inseparable companions. the streets had been your playground, the trees your hideout, and the open fields your kingdom.

sunghoon was the one who taught you how to climb trees, his long limbs making it look easy as he scrambled up the tallest one in the village square. you’d followed him then, determined to keep up with him no matter what, your competitive spirit something he both teased and admired.

“come on, you can do it,” he’d called down to you one day, perched on a sturdy branch high above, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “i’m not leaving you behind.”

“i’m not going to be left behind,” you’d retorted, climbing faster, though your hands were trembling. you didn’t want to admit it, but heights terrified you.

sunghoon had seen through you, though, like he always did. when you reached the top, his hand had shot out to steady you, his touch reassuring. “see? i told you,” he said, smiling in that soft way that always made you feel warm inside.

that was how it always was—sunghoon pushing you to be braver, to go further, but always there to catch you if you stumbled.

as you grew older, the carefree days of your childhood evolved into something quieter, but no less meaningful. sunghoon’s passion for design began to bloom, his sketchbook always tucked under his arm, filled with dresses, cloaks, and the kind of ornate embroidery that would make any noble gasp. he’d spend hours at the village tailor’s shop, learning from the master tailor, and you’d sit in the corner, watching him work, admiring the way his hands moved with precision and care.

“why don’t you just play outside like the other girls?” the old tailor would often ask you, shaking his head with a smile. “this place is no fun for someone your age.”

you’d always smile back, knowing full well why you stayed. “i don’t mind. besides, i like watching sunghoon.”

sunghoon would look up from his work then, a shy smile tugging at his lips. “she’s my best critic,” he’d say, as if that explained everything.

but it wasn’t just about watching him work. there was something in the quiet moments between you, in the way you understood each other without having to say a word. he would sketch something and glance up, catching your eye, and you’d know exactly what he was thinking. he didn’t have to say it.

the bond between you deepened with every passing year, though the village seemed blind to it. to everyone else, you were just friends, nothing more. but there were moments—fleeting, subtle—when you felt something stirring between you, something neither of you dared to speak aloud.

it wasn’t until one late afternoon, when the two of you were sitting under the large oak tree at the edge of the village, that you truly realised how much he meant to you.

the summer sun cast a golden glow over the fields, the breeze carrying the scent of wildflowers. you were both quiet, simply enjoying each other’s company. sunghoon had his sketchbook open on his lap, his charcoal pencil moving lazily across the page. you were watching him, as you often did, wondering what it would be like to have your portrait sketched by him. would he see you differently if he looked at you that way? would the feelings you’d kept locked inside for so long show on your face?

“what are you drawing this time?” you asked, breaking the comfortable silence. it was always your way of trying to sneak a glimpse into the world that sunghoon poured into his designs.

he looked up, startled from his thoughts, his pencil pausing mid-stroke. “just... a dress,” he said, and though it sounded like a simple answer, there was a softness in his voice that made you curious.

“a dress?” you echoed, smiling. “for who?”

“for... no one in particular,” he murmured, closing the book before you could peek at it. “just an idea.”

you tilted your head, studying him. “you’ve been spending a lot of time on these designs lately. are you preparing for something big?”

he shrugged, a small smile tugging at his lips. “maybe. i’ve been thinking about... making something new. something different. i don’t want to just follow the same old patterns forever.”

you nodded, understanding. sunghoon had always been ambitious, but his talent had begun to outgrow the small village you lived in. you knew it was only a matter of time before he would have to leave—venture into the capital or even beyond to showcase his work.

“whatever it is, you’ll be amazing at it,” you said, your voice steady, though your chest tightened at the thought of him leaving.

he glanced at you then, his expression unreadable. “you really think so?”

“of course,” you replied without hesitation. “i’ve always believed in you.”

the words felt heavier than they should have, and for a moment, neither of you spoke. sunghoon’s gaze lingered on you, something unspoken flickering in his eyes, but just as quickly, he looked away, his fingers nervously tapping the cover of his sketchbook.

“i couldn’t have come this far without you,” he said, his voice quiet. “you’ve always been there for me.”

you smiled softly, nudging him with your shoulder. “that’s what friends are for, right?”

but even as you said it, the word “friends” felt inadequate—too small to hold the depth of what you felt for him. and though you couldn’t say it aloud, you wondered if sunghoon felt the same.

as the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting long shadows across the fields, the two of you sat in silence, side by side. in the fading light, everything felt suspended—like the world was holding its breath, waiting for something to happen.

but neither of you moved, and the unspoken feelings between you remained just that—unspoken.

for now.

the day had started like any other. you were making your way through the village, the familiar sights and sounds surrounding you—children running through the streets, merchants shouting their daily specials, and the distant clang of the blacksmith’s hammer. but today, something felt different. there was an odd flutter in your stomach, though you couldn’t quite place why. perhaps it was because you were heading to sunghoon’s workshop, as you often did, or perhaps it was something else.

his shop had grown over the years, its modest space now brimming with elegant fabrics and mannequins draped in partially finished garments. sunghoon had worked tirelessly, his name slowly gaining recognition beyond the village, though he remained humble about his achievements. it had become a routine for you to visit him, to sit in the corner while he worked, offering your thoughts or simply watching the magic unfold under his skilled hands.

when you arrived, the door was slightly ajar, and you pushed it open to find sunghoon standing at his worktable, deep in thought. his back was turned to you, the late afternoon sunlight filtering through the window and casting a soft glow around him. he was focused, hunched over a sketch, his pencil moving in rapid strokes, as if he were chasing some fleeting inspiration.

you stepped inside quietly, not wanting to disturb him. he was always at his best when he was lost in his work—his mind far away from the village, immersed in a world of silk and satin, seams and stitches. but even in those moments, it wasn’t uncommon for him to sense your presence before you spoke.

today, though, he was more distracted than usual. he didn’t notice you until you were almost beside him, peeking over his shoulder to catch a glimpse of his newest creation. “what’s this one?” you asked lightly, hoping not to startle him.

he jumped slightly, straightening up and turning to face you, a small smile forming on his lips when he saw it was you. “you’re early.”

you raised an eyebrow. “am i interrupting?”

“no, not at all,” he said, closing the sketchbook and setting it aside. “i was just... thinking.”

“you do that a lot,” you teased, leaning against the edge of the worktable. “what’s on your mind today?”

for a moment, he didn’t answer. his gaze drifted toward the window, his fingers playing absentmindedly with the hem of a piece of fabric. you could see there was something weighing on him, but sunghoon had always been the type to choose his words carefully, never speaking until he was sure of what he wanted to say.

finally, he turned back to you, his expression serious but soft. “i’ve been working on something new. something important.”

you crossed your arms, intrigued. “i figured as much. you’ve been spending even more time here than usual. what is it? a new collection?”

“not exactly,” he said, his voice quieter now, almost hesitant. “it’s... different this time. i want to create something that’s truly mine, something that will set me apart. but to do that, i need help.”

you blinked, surprised. sunghoon rarely asked for help, especially when it came to his designs. “help? from me?”

he nodded slowly, his eyes meeting yours with an intensity that made your heart skip. “i want you to be my muse.”

the words hung in the air between you, heavier than you’d expected. muse. it wasn’t just a word—it was a role that carried meaning. in a way, you’d always been part of sunghoon’s creative process, offering suggestions or simply being there to share in his successes and frustrations. but this... this was something else entirely.

you shifted your weight, suddenly feeling a little unsure. “a muse? what do you mean?”

“i mean...” he hesitated, running a hand through his hair as he searched for the right words. “i’ve been designing dresses, outfits for people i’ve never even met. but none of them feel personal. none of them feel real. i want to create something that speaks to me, and to do that, i need someone who inspires me. someone i know. someone... like you.”

your breath caught in your throat. the way he said it, the way his eyes lingered on you—it was impossible to ignore the meaning behind his words. he wasn’t just asking you to be part of his work; he was asking you to be at the centre of it. to be the person he looked at, thought about, dreamed about while he created. and that idea stirred something inside you that you hadn’t been prepared for.

“i don’t know if i’d make a very good muse,” you said, trying to laugh it off, though your heart was racing.

sunghoon stepped closer, his gaze never leaving yours. “you’re perfect for it. you’ve always been perfect.”

the air between you shifted, growing warmer, heavier with tension. it wasn’t the first time he’d complimented you—he was always kind, always thoughtful—but this felt different. his words weren’t casual or lighthearted. they carried weight, an unspoken truth that had been building between you for years.

you felt the heat rise in your cheeks, your throat tightening. being his muse meant more than just standing still while he draped fabric around you. it meant letting him see you, really see you, in ways that no one else ever had. it felt intimate, like a part of you would be etched into every piece he made.

“what would that mean for us?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

sunghoon blinked, startled by the question. “what do you mean?”

“you and i,” you clarified, feeling the weight of the words. “if i agree... won’t it change things between us?”

for a long moment, sunghoon didn’t speak. he seemed to consider your words, his eyes searching your face as if trying to decipher your feelings. finally, he took a deep breath, stepping even closer, so close now that you could feel the warmth of his body. “maybe it will,” he admitted, his voice soft but steady. “but maybe it’s already changed. maybe it’s been different for a long time.”

his words hit you like a wave, the truth in them undeniable. he was right. things had changed—slowly, quietly—but neither of you had ever dared to acknowledge it. until now.

your heart hammered in your chest, the weight of his confession settling over you like a blanket. you could feel the tension between you, crackling like the air before a storm. there was something fragile, something precious hanging between you, and the slightest word or movement could shatter it.

but then, without thinking, you made your decision.

“i’ll do it,” you said, your voice barely audible, but firm.

sunghoon’s eyes widened, a flicker of surprise and relief passing across his face. “you will?”

you nodded, your gaze never leaving his. “yes. i’ll be your muse.”

for a moment, neither of you spoke. the silence stretched, heavy with the unspoken feelings that had been buried for so long. and then, slowly, sunghoon’s lips curved into the softest smile—a smile that reached his eyes and made something inside you melt.

“thank you,” he murmured, his voice rough with emotion. he reached out, his fingers brushing against yours, and for a brief, electrifying moment, it felt as if time stood still. you were acutely aware of how close he was, how much more intimate things had become between you in just a few short minutes.

you smiled back, though your heart was pounding. “i think it’ll be fun.”

sunghoon laughed softly, the sound low and warm, and the tension between you seemed to ease, just a little. but even as you both fell into a more comfortable silence, you knew that things between you had changed. there was no going back now.

the sun was beginning to set as you made your way to sunghoon’s shop, a soft, golden glow spreading across the village. it had been only a few days since you agreed to be his muse, but the weight of that decision still lingered in your mind. there was a sense of anticipation, an underlying current of excitement that thrummed through you, but also an edge of nervousness that you couldn’t shake.

you had always been comfortable around sunghoon, but this felt different. it wasn’t just visiting a friend; you were stepping into a role that felt intimate in ways you hadn’t quite expected. and you knew that once you crossed the threshold of his workshop today, something between you would shift again.

when you arrived, sunghoon was already waiting. the door was propped open, and you could hear the faint sounds of rustling fabric and the occasional scratch of his pencil against paper. you hesitated for a moment at the doorway, taking a deep breath before stepping inside.

sunghoon looked up as soon as you entered, a soft smile pulling at his lips. “you came,” he said, sounding almost relieved.

“of course i did,” you replied, trying to keep your tone light despite the quickening of your pulse. “i’m your muse now, remember?”

his smile widened just a little, and he motioned for you to come in. “right. my muse.”

the word still felt strange on your tongue, and hearing him say it made something flutter in your chest. you glanced around the room, noticing that he had cleared some space near the large windows where the light poured in. rolls of fabric were neatly arranged, sketchbooks stacked nearby, and a dress form stood at the centre, waiting to be draped with something new.

you stepped closer, feeling the warmth of the sunlight against your skin, but also the weight of sunghoon’s gaze on you. his eyes followed your every movement, a soft intensity in them that made the space between you feel smaller, more charged.

“so, where do we start?” you asked, forcing a smile to break the tension that was building in the room.

sunghoon set down his pencil and moved to stand beside you, his shoulder brushing against yours as he reached for a roll of fabric. “i was thinking we’d start by figuring out what you like. i want to design something that feels like you—not just any dress, but one that you’d wear and feel... beautiful in.”

the way he said the word beautiful made your stomach flip. you swallowed hard, trying to focus on the task at hand instead of the way his voice lingered on the compliment.

“what i like?” you repeated, frowning slightly. “i’m not sure. i mean, i’ve never really thought about it.”

sunghoon raised an eyebrow, glancing over at you with a small smile. “you’ve never thought about what you like in dresses? after all this time of coming here and watching me work?”

you laughed, a little nervous. “i guess i’ve always been more interested in what you were making for other people.”

“well,” he said, his voice softening, “now it’s time to think about what’s right for you.”

he moved closer, picking up a few pieces of fabric and holding them up to the light. “what do you think of these? what colours feel like you?”

you eyed the fabrics he held—a deep emerald green, a soft blush pink, and a striking midnight blue. each one seemed to carry a different weight, a different mood, and the idea of choosing one for yourself felt strangely personal.

“i’m not sure,” you admitted, reaching out to touch the green fabric. “i’ve always liked green, but... i don’t know if it suits me.”

sunghoon tilted his head, his eyes flickering over you, as if he were studying you in a way he hadn’t before. “it suits you,” he said quietly, the certainty in his voice catching you off guard. “it brings out your eyes. but so would the blue.”

you blinked, surprised by the compliment. sunghoon wasn’t one to flatter people needlessly, especially not you. his compliments usually came in the form of casual remarks, offhand observations about how a colour might work or how you carried yourself in a certain style. but this—this was different. there was something in his tone, in the way he looked at you now, that felt far more intimate.

you felt your face grow warm under his gaze, suddenly self-conscious. “you think so?” you asked, trying to keep your voice steady.

“i know so,” he replied, his eyes never leaving yours. “you have a way of making things look better just by wearing them. it’s not just about the dress—it’s about how you wear it.”

the room seemed to shrink, the air between you growing heavier with each passing second. you hadn’t expected this—hadn’t expected him to speak so plainly, so openly. sunghoon had always been composed, professional, even around you. but now, there was something more vulnerable in the way he spoke, something unguarded.

you cleared your throat, trying to break the moment before it became too much. “well, what about styles then? i’ve always liked simpler designs. nothing too extravagant.”

sunghoon nodded thoughtfully, his eyes still lingering on you, as if he were trying to memorise every detail of your expression. “simple suits you,” he murmured. “but there’s something about you that deserves more. something elegant.”

“elegant?” you echoed, unsure of where this was coming from.

“mm,” he hummed, reaching for his sketchbook. “you’ve always carried yourself with a kind of grace—like you don’t even realise how beautiful you are.”

your breath hitched. you stared at him, your heart pounding louder in your chest as his words hung in the air between you. this wasn’t just a compliment—it was something else. something deeper. and the realisation of it hit you like a wave.

sunghoon, too, seemed to realise the weight of what he’d just said. he quickly looked away, focusing on his sketchbook as if he could take the words back by drowning them in his work. “i didn’t mean to... i mean...”

you stood there for a moment, unsure of how to respond. you had never thought of yourself the way sunghoon was describing you now, and the fact that he saw you like this—it was overwhelming. you could feel the tension crackling between you, the unspoken feelings that had always lingered beneath the surface suddenly threatening to rise.

“i just... think you should have something that shows who you are,” sunghoon continued, his voice quieter now, more careful. “not just as my muse, but as you. something that makes people stop and see you the way i do.”

your pulse quickened at his words, and for a moment, you weren’t sure if you could trust yourself to speak. the way he was looking at you now, with an intensity you hadn’t seen before, made it feel like the walls of the workshop were closing in.

you glanced down, trying to focus on the fabric in your hands, but the weight of his gaze lingered. “sunghoon... i don’t know what to say.”

he shook his head, stepping back slightly as if to give you space. “you don’t have to say anything. i just... i want you to feel beautiful in whatever i make for you. that’s all.”

there was a long pause, the only sound in the room being the soft rustle of fabric as you ran your fingers over the green material again. your mind was spinning, your heart racing, and yet you couldn’t deny the warmth that spread through you at his words. it wasn’t just the compliment—it was the way he saw you, the way he always had.

finally, you looked up, meeting his gaze once more. “i trust you, sunghoon. i always have.”

his eyes softened, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “good,” he said quietly. “because i promise, whatever we create together, it’s going to be something unforgettable.”

the light from the late afternoon sun bathed sunghoon’s workshop in a golden hue, casting long shadows that stretched across the room. you stood near the centre, nervously smoothing the fabric of your dress as sunghoon readied his tools. he had done this countless times—measuring clients for garments—but somehow, this felt different. more intimate. more real.

“alright,” he said, his voice a little too casual as he approached with a measuring tape in hand. “this won’t take long.”

you nodded, trying to keep your breathing steady as you watched him move closer. sunghoon had always been meticulous when it came to his work, his hands sure and steady, but today there was a faint tremor in them as he unspooled the tape.

“so, uh,” he began, his gaze flickering between your face and the tape in his hands. “we’ll start with your shoulders. just... relax.”

you forced a smile, though the tension in the air was impossible to ignore. “i’m relaxed.”

he shot you a look that said he wasn’t convinced, but he didn’t argue. he stepped behind you, and you could feel his presence—warm, steady—just inches away. the fabric of your dress shifted slightly as he gently placed the tape around your shoulders, his fingers grazing your skin ever so lightly. the contact sent a shiver down your spine, though you tried your best to suppress it.

for a moment, the only sound in the room was the soft rustling of the measuring tape as he adjusted it. you could feel your heart beating faster, your pulse quickening with each passing second. sunghoon, on the other hand, seemed to be holding his breath, as if he were just as aware of the closeness as you were.

“alright,” he murmured, his voice quieter now, more focused. “now your waist.”

he stepped around to face you, his gaze briefly meeting yours before dropping to the tape in his hands. his movements were careful, almost hesitant, as he crouched slightly, bringing the tape around your waist. you swallowed hard, your throat suddenly dry as his fingers brushed the sides of your dress, the heat of his touch lingering longer than it should have.

the proximity, the feel of his hands so close to you—it was almost too much. you bit your lip, fighting the urge to fidget under his intense concentration. sunghoon had always been calm, composed, but now there was an unmistakable tension in the air, a subtle awkwardness that made your heart race even faster.

he straightened up, pulling the tape taut as he noted your measurements. “i... uh,” he began, clearing his throat slightly, “i’ll need to get your bust next.”

you blinked, feeling your face grow warm. “oh. right.”

it wasn’t as if you hadn’t expected it—this was part of the process, after all—but somehow the idea of sunghoon taking that particular measurement felt... different. the room seemed smaller, the air thicker as you watched him struggle to keep his composure.

his hand hovered for a moment, clearly unsure of what to do. “i—uh,” he stammered, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “just... hold still.”

you nodded, though you could feel the flush rising to your cheeks as he brought the tape around your chest, his fingers brushing the fabric of your dress with the lightest touch. his face was close now—closer than it had ever been—his breath mingling with yours in the small space between you.

neither of you spoke. the silence stretched, heavy with the unspoken desires that had been simmering beneath the surface for so long. his fingers fumbled slightly as he adjusted the tape, and for a brief moment, his hand brushed against your skin, sending a shock of electricity through you.

you inhaled sharply, your breath hitching at the unexpected contact, and sunghoon froze. his eyes flicked up to meet yours, wide and startled, as if he hadn’t meant to let the moment slip.

“sorry,” he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. “i didn’t mean to...”

“it’s fine,” you said quickly, though your heart was pounding so loudly you were sure he could hear it.

but he didn’t move away. his hand remained where it was, the heat of his palm radiating through the fabric. you could feel every inch of him—every breath, every subtle movement—and the closeness was dizzying. there was something in his eyes, something unspoken, that made your pulse race even faster.

you swallowed hard, your voice barely steady as you spoke. “sunghoon...”

he blinked, as if snapping out of a trance, and quickly stepped back, dropping the measuring tape as if it had burned him. “i—i think that’s enough for now,” he stammered, rubbing the back of his neck again, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “i’ve got what i need.”

you let out a breath you hadn’t realised you’d been holding, trying to regain some semblance of normalcy. “are you sure? i mean, if you need more measurements—”

“no!” he said, perhaps a little too quickly, then cleared his throat. “i mean, no. we’re good. i’ve got everything.”

the tension between you was palpable, thick and heavy, but neither of you knew how to break it. sunghoon busied himself with gathering the tape and jotting down notes, though his movements were jerky, his usual calm demeanour nowhere to be found.

you watched him, feeling a strange mix of emotions swirling in your chest. there was an awkwardness, yes, but also something else—something that had been building between you for a long time, simmering just beneath the surface, waiting to spill over.

finally, sunghoon spoke again, though his voice was softer now, almost hesitant. “you know,” he said, not meeting your eyes, “you really do have... perfect proportions.”

your heart skipped a beat, his words catching you completely off guard. “what?”

he cleared his throat, rubbing his neck awkwardly once more. “i mean... for the dress,” he added quickly, as if trying to backtrack. “you have a really... balanced figure. for tailoring, i mean.”

you blinked, taken aback by the sudden compliment, and for a moment, you didn’t know how to respond. it wasn’t just what he said—it was the way he said it. the way his voice softened, the way he fidgeted under your gaze, as if he were revealing more than he intended.

“i... thanks?” you managed, feeling your cheeks burn with a mix of surprise and awkwardness.

sunghoon gave you a tight-lipped smile, clearly as flustered as you were. “yeah. no problem.”

the silence that followed was thick and heavy, both of you too aware of the tension that had settled over the room like a heavy blanket. sunghoon quickly turned away, busying himself with his sketches, but the weight of the moment lingered in the air, unspoken but undeniable.

you took a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart, but you knew—no matter how much you both tried to pretend otherwise—something between you had shifted. and neither of you were quite ready to confront it yet.

the days following that first measurement session seemed to blur together, each one filled with quiet moments, shared glances, and unspoken words that hung heavy in the air. sunghoon had thrown himself into the design, sketching feverishly as if creating your dress had become not just his project, but his obsession. every stroke of his pencil seemed deliberate, every detail in the fabric a reflection of how closely he had studied you—not just your body, but you as a person.

the workshop had become a second home to you, and you found yourself spending more and more time there as the dress took shape. each day, you would come in, greeted by the soft sounds of scissors slicing through fabric and the rhythmic hum of sunghoon’s needle as he stitched delicate patterns. his focus was unbreakable, yet there was always that moment when he would pause, look at you, and give a small, almost shy smile, as if he still couldn’t believe you were there, helping him create something so personal.

the tension between you grew thicker with every passing day. it was as if the fabric sunghoon was weaving was also binding the two of you together in ways neither of you had expected. there were the long stretches of silence, where the only sound was the soft brush of fabric against your skin as he worked, and then there were the moments when his hand would linger just a little too long as he adjusted the fit of a sleeve or pinned the hem of a skirt.

each session brought a new creation—a new dress, a new style. it had become almost routine: he would sketch out his ideas, asking for your thoughts on the design, and then you would model the fabric as he draped it over you, pinning it into place before moving on to the next step. but no matter how professional sunghoon tried to keep things, there was always that spark of something more lurking beneath the surface.

one afternoon, as you stood in the centre of the room, sunghoon paced around you, scrutinising the latest dress he had draped over your frame. this one was softer than the others, a light cream-coloured gown with delicate embroidery along the bodice. you could feel the weight of his gaze as he circled you, studying every fold, every contour, as if he were memorising the shape of you through the fabric.

“what do you think?” he asked, his voice quiet but steady, his eyes focused entirely on you.

you glanced down at the dress, running your fingers over the soft fabric. “it’s beautiful,” you murmured. “you’ve really outdone yourself.”

sunghoon didn’t respond right away. instead, he stepped closer, his brow furrowing slightly as he adjusted the neckline of the gown. his fingers grazed your collarbone as he worked, sending a shiver through you. he seemed to hesitate, his touch lingering for just a moment longer than necessary, before he cleared his throat and stepped back.

“i’m trying to capture... something,” he said, his voice trailing off as he picked up his pencil and notepad, scribbling down a few notes. “something that feels... like you.”

you blinked, surprised by his words. “like me?”

he nodded, not looking up from his notes. “it’s not just about the dress. it’s about how you move, how you carry yourself. i want to create something that feels like it belongs to you. not just any dress, but... your dress.”

there it was again—that intensity in his words, the way he seemed to see you in ways no one else ever had. you weren’t sure how to respond, so you simply nodded, letting the moment settle between you.

the sessions continued like this over the next two weeks, each one more charged than the last. sunghoon worked tirelessly, sketching new designs late into the night, and every day you would return to see the progress he had made. he would greet you with that familiar smile, sometimes shy, sometimes teasing, and you would fall into the rhythm of your muse-and-artist routine.

but there was something else growing between you, something neither of you could ignore. each time sunghoon draped a new fabric over your shoulders, each time his fingers brushed your skin as he measured or adjusted the fit, the unspoken tension between you deepened. his compliments, once casual and light, became more thoughtful, more personal.

one day, as he worked on the finishing touches of a new gown—a soft lavender dress with delicate lace trimming—he paused, glancing at you from across the room. “you know,” he said, his voice softer than usual, “i’ve always known you were beautiful.”

you froze, your heart skipping a beat at his sudden confession. he didn’t meet your eyes, instead focusing on the hem of the dress as he stitched. “i just... i don’t think i’ve ever told you that,” he continued, his voice almost hesitant.

the words hung in the air, and for a moment, you weren’t sure how to respond. sunghoon had always been complimentary in his own way—praising your grace or your proportions for the sake of his designs—but this was different. there was something raw, something vulnerable in his tone that made your chest tighten.

“sunghoon,” you began, but he quickly shook his head, cutting you off before you could continue.

“i’m not saying it for any reason,” he said quickly, his hands still busy with his stitching. “i just... i think it’s something you should know. you’re more than just a muse to me.”

your breath caught in your throat. the weight of his words was impossible to ignore now, the line between friend and something more growing blurrier with each passing day.

you watched him work, his brow furrowed in concentration as he focused on the task at hand. the quiet intimacy of the moment settled around you like a soft cloak, and for a moment, it felt like nothing else existed outside of this room—just you, sunghoon, and the delicate threads of connection that were slowly being woven together.

by the time he finished the lavender dress, the air between you had shifted once again. there was no denying the feelings that had been bubbling beneath the surface for so long, but neither of you were ready to confront them. not yet.

“i think it’s done,” sunghoon said quietly, stepping back to admire the dress.

you turned, catching his eye for a brief moment before looking away, the tension between you still thick and unresolved.

“it’s perfect,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

sunghoon nodded, his gaze lingering on you for just a moment longer before he turned back to his sketches, his hands already moving toward the next design. but as he worked, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something between you had shifted once again, pulling you both closer to the inevitable.

the day sunghoon finally called you to his workshop to try on the completed dress, your heartbeat quickened with anticipation. you had witnessed pieces of the gown as it came together—folds of fabric, tiny swirls of embroidery—but you hadn’t yet seen the masterpiece in its entirety. now, standing at the doorway, you felt a fluttering mix of nerves and excitement, an invisible pull drawing you into sunghoon’s world once more.

as you stepped inside, you found sunghoon waiting, his face a picture of quiet intensity. he nodded toward the mannequin where the dress hung, his eyes unreadable but somehow deeper, darker than usual, as if holding back something unspoken.

when your gaze finally landed on the dress, your breath caught in your throat.

it was breathtaking.

the gown was nothing short of exquisite—lavender silk flowed like water from the bodice down to the floor, shimmering under the afternoon light that streamed through the windows. the neckline was delicately embroidered, the threads so fine they seemed like whispers etched into the fabric, while lace fluttered over the sleeves, giving the piece an ethereal, almost dream-like quality. the entire dress exuded elegance, but more than that, it felt like you—a reflection of something so deeply personal that you almost couldn’t believe sunghoon had captured it.

you couldn’t tear your eyes away from the gown. “sunghoon... i don’t even know what to say,” you whispered, your fingers brushing the edge of the fabric. “it’s perfect.”

he remained silent, watching you with a quiet intensity that sent shivers down your spine. his gaze didn’t waver as you admired the dress, his expression unreadable but brimming with something just beneath the surface.

“try it on,” he finally said, his voice low and steady, though there was a note of something raw in it.

nodding, you carefully took the dress from the mannequin and disappeared behind the changing screen, your heart thumping wildly in your chest. the fabric felt cool against your skin as you slipped into the gown, the weight of the silk settling around your body like it had been made just for you—which, of course, it had.

the dress hugged your curves in all the right places, the bodice fitting snugly while the skirt fanned out into a soft cascade of fabric. you ran your hands down the front, smoothing the delicate lace as a quiet gasp escaped your lips. it was perfect—no, more than perfect. it was everything you had dreamed of.

but there was one problem. as you reached behind your back to tie the strings that secured the dress, you quickly realised they were positioned just out of your reach. you stretched and fumbled, trying to catch the ties, but it was no use. frustration bubbled inside you, and after a few more futile attempts, you sighed in defeat.

“sunghoon?��� your voice was hesitant, your cheeks warming as you called for his help.

“yes?” he replied, his voice soft but nearby.

“i... i can’t tie the strings on my own. could you—could you help me?” your request was almost timid, aware of the intimacy it required, but there was no other option.

a pause followed, but then you heard his footsteps approaching. he came closer, and the air between you seemed to shift, charged with a kind of tension that hadn’t been there a moment ago.

“of course,” sunghoon said quietly. his voice had taken on a softer tone, one that sent a quiet thrill through you as you stood there, waiting, feeling the heat of his presence behind you.

you turned your back to him, exposing the bare skin between the open edges of the dress. the silence that followed was thick, palpable, as his fingers grazed the strings, brushing against your skin in the process. his touch was featherlight, but each accidental contact sent small jolts through you, your senses heightened by the proximity, the intimacy of the moment.

sunghoon worked with slow, deliberate care, pulling the strings through the loops at your back. his fingertips continued to brush your skin, his movements precise but betraying the tension in the way his breath seemed to catch when his hands touched you. you could feel his closeness—the heat radiating from his body, his steady breath that almost matched the rhythm of your own heartbeat.

in the mirror directly in front of you, you watched his expression as he tied the delicate knots. his brow was slightly furrowed in concentration, but there was something else, something simmering beneath the surface. his lips parted ever so slightly, his eyes darkening as they traced the movement of his hands against your skin. you couldn’t stop staring at him, watching the way his fingers worked, almost trembling as they lingered on your body longer than necessary.

your pulse quickened, your breath coming out a little too shallow, and you wondered if he could feel the way your muscles tensed under his touch. it was impossible to ignore the tension—something unspoken, something that had been building between you for weeks, was about to break.

“there,” sunghoon murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. his hands remained on your waist, resting lightly against the fabric as though he couldn’t bring himself to let go just yet.

you swallowed hard, watching him through the mirror. the look on his face wasn’t just one of pride in his work—it was something far deeper. his gaze softened as he admired the way the dress fit you, his fingers tightening slightly against your waist. “you look... beautiful,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “it suits you perfectly. is it comfortable?”

the words were innocent enough, but the way he said them—the hushed tone, the way his eyes never left yours in the reflection—made your heart race. you nodded, unable to form words, still lost in the haze of the moment.

“it’s perfect,” you managed to say, your voice trembling slightly.

sunghoon’s hands stayed where they were, his touch sending a heat through you that was impossible to ignore. your eyes met his in the mirror, the intensity between you crackling like a flame barely held back. his grip on your waist tightened just a little, his fingers pressing into the fabric as though he were anchoring himself.

for a moment, everything froze. the workshop, the world outside—none of it seemed to matter. all that existed was the way he was looking at you, the way his breath hitched as he stood so close. his fingers brushed against your waist, just under the edge of the fabric, grazing the skin there ever so slightly.

then you turned around, and suddenly, the space between you was gone.

you were standing so close that you could feel the warmth radiating from him, your chest brushing against his as you moved. his eyes darted to your lips, then back up to your gaze, conflicted but full of want. the air was thick with tension, so much that you could hardly breathe, and then, without warning, sunghoon’s restraint snapped.

he kissed you.

the kiss was swift, almost frantic, as if he’d been holding it back for too long. his lips pressed against yours with a kind of hunger that sent shockwaves through your body, stealing your breath. one of his hands slid up your back, pulling you closer, while the other remained at your waist, fingers curling into the fabric of the dress as though he were afraid you’d slip away. the kiss deepened, your senses overwhelmed by the heat of his mouth against yours, the way his hands held you like he’d never let go.

your mind spun in a whirlwind of sensation. the kiss was impulsive, raw, filled with all the feelings he had been holding back for so long. you couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe—all you could do was respond, kissing him back with the same intensity, the same desperate need that had been growing between you for weeks.

but then, reality crashed down.

sunghoon pulled back, his eyes wide with shock and regret, his breath ragged as he stared at you. “i—” his voice faltered, his hand still lingering on your waist, trembling slightly. “i’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “i didn’t mean to—”

you were just as dazed, your heart still pounding, your lips still tingling from the kiss. “it’s... it’s okay,” you said, though the words felt hollow. the kiss had left you reeling, and you weren’t sure what to think, what to feel.

sunghoon’s expression twisted with regret, his hands falling away from your waist as he stepped back. “we shouldn’t have—” he shook his head, his face pale. “i crossed a line.”

you swallowed hard, feeling the tension between you shift into something heavier, something filled with confusion and guilt. “maybe we should forget this happened,” you whispered, though the weight of the kiss still lingered in the air.

he nodded, his expression tight, though the pain in his eyes was unmistakable. “yeah. let’s... forget it.”

but neither of you could. the kiss, the way his hands had held you, the way your heart had raced—it was etched into the fabric of your friendship now, impossible to untangle.

word had spread quickly about sunghoon's exceptional craftsmanship. it began with whispers among the town’s elite, impressed with the stunning gown he had created for you, and soon, nobles from far and wide were flocking to his workshop, eager to have their own garments custom-made by his skilled hands. what had once been a modest business now thrived under the weight of new orders, with sunghoon’s talent finally receiving the recognition it deserved.

every day the workshop buzzed with activity—fine fabrics and intricate patterns sprawled across every surface, and sunghoon worked tirelessly, sketching designs, selecting fabrics, and stitching together dreams. you often found yourself there, as his muse, watching as he brought these creations to life, offering input or simply keeping him company through the long hours. his success was yours to share, and you couldn’t have been more proud.

one day, a letter arrived from the royal palace itself. the princess had heard of sunghoon’s work and requested him personally to craft a gown for her upcoming ball. the letter was written in elegant script on fine parchment, a formal request for his presence at the palace to discuss the details of the gown. when he read it aloud to you, you could hardly contain your excitement.

“sunghoon, this is incredible!” you exclaimed, beaming at him as he held the letter in his hands. his eyes shone with a mixture of pride and disbelief, as though he couldn’t quite believe this was happening.

“it’s surreal,” he admitted, glancing at you with a smile that warmed you from the inside out. “i never thought i’d be making dresses for royalty.”

“you deserve it,” you said earnestly, feeling your heart swell with admiration for him. “you’ve worked so hard, and now everyone can see just how talented you are.”

sunghoon’s smile faltered for a moment, something unreadable flickering in his eyes as he looked at you. “i couldn’t have done it without you,” he said softly. there was a weight to his words, a depth of feeling that you felt but couldn’t quite name. your heart skipped a beat, but before you could respond, he turned away, folding the letter carefully.

the trip to the palace was an experience neither of you would forget. the sprawling estate, the opulence of the interiors, the sense of awe that filled you as you walked through the grand halls—it was like stepping into another world. sunghoon had been invited to meet with the princess and discuss her gown, and as his muse and close friend, you accompanied him.

the princess was gracious and kind, and she spoke with sunghoon about the design she envisioned, praising his previous work. throughout the conversation, you couldn’t help but steal glances at him, watching the way he carried himself with quiet confidence, his artistic mind already turning over the details of the gown in his head. it was hard not to feel a swell of pride, knowing you had played a part in his journey to this moment.

afterward, when the order had been placed and the royal commission secured, sunghoon suggested you both celebrate the occasion.

the restaurant was warm and cosy, tucked away in a quiet corner of the city, far removed from the grandeur of the palace. the two of you had shared many meals together over the years, but tonight felt different. the weight of sunghoon’s newfound success hung in the air between you, the knowledge that his life—your lives—were changing in ways you hadn’t fully anticipated.

you sat across from him, toasting to his success with glasses of wine, laughter bubbling up as you reminisced about old times. “do you remember the time we tried to make that dress for my cousin’s wedding, and the fabric tore right before the ceremony?” you said, laughing as you recalled the chaos.

sunghoon chuckled, shaking his head. “how could i forget? i thought i was finished as a tailor before i even started.”

“but you saved it in the end,” you said, your smile softening as you looked at him. “you’ve always had this way of making things beautiful, even when they seem impossible.”

his laughter faded, and for a moment, there was a lingering silence between you. his gaze met yours, and the atmosphere seemed to shift—something unspoken hung between you, thick and heavy like the summer air. the warmth from the wine and the closeness of the moment made it difficult to focus on anything else but him—the way the candlelight flickered against his features, the way his eyes softened when they lingered on you just a little too long.

he leaned forward, his voice dropping to a near whisper. “you know, this success… it’s more than i ever thought possible. and i don’t think i could have done it without you by my side.”

his words struck a chord deep within you, the intensity in his eyes making your breath hitch. there it was again—that undercurrent of something more, something that had always been there, just waiting for the right moment to break free.

your heart pounded in your chest as you leaned in slightly, your faces just inches apart. the air between you crackled with anticipation, the proximity sending sparks down your spine. you could feel the warmth of his breath, the space between you narrowing with every passing second. your eyes locked, and in that moment, it felt like the world had fallen away.

the moment stretched on, and you could feel your heart racing, your pulse thundering in your ears. he was so close now, close enough that you could feel the heat of his body, close enough that all it would take was one small movement, one tiny step forward, and—

“i’m getting married,” you blurted out, the words slipping from your lips before you could stop them.

sunghoon froze, his eyes widening in shock. the spell between you shattered, and you immediately regretted speaking, but there was no taking it back now. the air between you went cold, and you felt your stomach drop as the weight of your announcement settled over the table like a heavy blanket.

“what?” his voice was low, strained, as though he couldn’t quite believe what he had just heard.

you swallowed hard, your heart pounding in your chest. “my parents... they’ve arranged a marriage for me,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “i’m engaged.”

the silence that followed was deafening. sunghoon stared at you, his expression unreadable, though you could see the flicker of pain in his eyes. his jaw clenched slightly, his hand tightening around his glass as if he were trying to steady himself.

“when?” he finally asked, his voice tight, controlled.

“the date hasn’t been set yet,” you admitted, feeling your throat tighten with guilt. “but... soon.”

sunghoon sat back in his chair, his gaze dropping to the table. for a long moment, he didn’t say anything, the silence between you stretching into something unbearable. you could see the conflict in his eyes—the hurt, the frustration, the confusion. the tension that had been building between you for weeks, months even, was now thick with an unspoken finality.

finally, he looked up at you, his eyes dark and clouded with emotion. “congratulations,” he said quietly, though the word felt hollow, like it had been ripped from him unwillingly.

your heart sank, a wave of disappointment washing over you. you had expected... well, you didn’t know what you had expected. for him to fight for you, maybe, to protest or say something that would change everything. but instead, all you got was a distant, polite congratulations.

“sunghoon—” you started, but he shook his head, cutting you off.

“i’m happy for you,” he said, though the strain in his voice betrayed his true feelings. “i’m sure he’s a good man.”

the words stung, more than you had anticipated, and you couldn’t help but feel a deep ache in your chest. this wasn’t how things were supposed to go. but what could you say? you were engaged, and he... he was congratulating you, just as any friend would.

“yeah,” you mumbled, your voice barely audible. “thanks.”

but neither of you was happy, and you both knew it.

the walk back home felt heavier than usual. the excitement and easy flow of conversation that had filled the night seemed to dissipate into an awkward, thick silence. sunghoon walked beside you, his hands stuffed deep into his pockets, eyes focused on the road ahead. normally, you’d both talk about everything and nothing—jokes, shared memories, or the latest designs he had been working on. but tonight, every step felt strained, as if the unspoken words were choking both of you.

you could feel the weight of what had happened at the restaurant still hanging between you, as if the tension you hadn’t acted on had only grown with your admission. sunghoon had insisted on walking you home, just as he always did, though the usual warmth in the gesture felt distant now. neither of you had tried to break the silence, though you kept stealing glances at him out of the corner of your eye.

his face was unreadable, lips pressed into a thin line as he walked with an unusual stiffness. you wanted to say something, to break the thick silence, but no words came. the engagement had changed everything between you, and you hated how powerless it made you feel. there was a dull ache in your chest as you watched him struggle with the weight of emotions he clearly wasn’t ready to share.

when your house came into view, you slowed your steps, almost wishing the walk could last just a little longer. but it didn’t. you reached your doorstep, and just as you were about to thank sunghoon for the walk, the door swung open.

your mother appeared, her face lighting up the moment she saw the two of you standing there. “sunghoon! what a surprise!” she exclaimed warmly, stepping out and pulling him into an embrace before he could protest. “you look so well!”

sunghoon smiled politely, though you could tell he was caught off guard by her enthusiasm. “good evening, ma’am. i was just walking your daughter home.”

your mother beamed, glancing at you with that knowing look of hers. “he always does, doesn’t he?” she teased lightly. “such a good boy.”

“mama...” you muttered, feeling embarrassed.

but your mother wasn’t finished. “come in, come in! you can’t just leave him standing outside like that,” she scolded, ushering sunghoon into the house before either of you could object. you shot him an apologetic look, but he waved it off with a small smile as he followed her inside.

the warmth of your home enveloped you both, the familiar scent of dinner lingering in the air. your father was sitting by the fire, and when he saw sunghoon, his face brightened. “ah, there’s the young tailor everyone’s talking about! come, sit with us.”

sunghoon looked between you and your parents, clearly not wanting to intrude, but it was hard to refuse the hospitality of your family. you watched as he settled into one of the chairs near the fire, his polite smile fixed in place, though you could sense the unease in his posture.

your mother sat beside him, clasping his hands in hers as she looked at him with pride. “sunghoon, i’ve heard such incredible things about your work lately. everyone is talking about you, and we couldn’t be more proud.”

you could see the discomfort in his eyes as your mother’s words began to feel more like a reminder of the distance between you. he offered her a tight smile. “thank you. it’s been... unexpected.”

“and well deserved!” your father chimed in. “we always knew you’d make something of yourself, ever since you were little.”

your mother nodded eagerly, her gaze softening as she looked at him fondly. “we’ve seen you grow up alongside our daughter, sunghoon. you two have always been so close... practically inseparable.”

you stiffened at the words, knowing what was coming next.

“which is why,” your mother continued, glancing at you briefly before turning back to sunghoon, “it’s been so hard for her, this whole engagement business.”

your stomach twisted. the topic you had been dreading was now out in the open, and you didn’t miss the way sunghoon’s jaw tightened ever so slightly. he was trying to stay composed, but the flicker of surprise in his eyes was unmistakable.

“she’s protested quite a bit, hasn’t she?” your mother added, her tone half-amused, half-concerned.

sunghoon’s eyes darted toward you, his surprise evident. you could see the confusion in his expression as he processed your mother’s words. you hadn’t said yes to the engagement? not fully? he had assumed you had accepted it without question, but now...

you averted your gaze, feeling your cheeks flush under the weight of both his and your parents’ attention. you hadn’t exactly fought against the engagement with much force either. it was an unspoken understanding between you and your family that the marriage would happen eventually, even if your heart wasn’t fully in it. but now, seeing sunghoon’s expression shift, you could see the conflict in his eyes.

your mother continued on, oblivious to the tension now thick in the air. “it’s just nerves, of course. every girl feels a bit uncertain before a big step like this.” she smiled, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “she’ll come around.”

you wanted to protest, to say something that would dispel the awkward silence stretching between you and sunghoon, but the words caught in your throat. instead, your mother’s next words hit like a hammer, unknowingly driving the wedge deeper.

“actually,” she began, her voice suddenly filled with excitement, “we were hoping you could help us with something, sunghoon.”

he blinked, taken aback by her tone. “of course, ma’am. what is it?”

“well,” she said, glancing at you with a grin, “who better to make our daughter’s wedding dress than the most talented designer in town?”

the room felt as if it had dropped several degrees, the weight of her request pressing down on all of you. you felt your stomach churn, a sinking feeling of dread settling in. you hadn’t expected this—he hadn’t expected this. you watched as sunghoon’s expression faltered for the briefest moment, his composure slipping as the full impact of your mother’s words hit him.

make your wedding dress. your wedding dress.

he smiled, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “i’d be honored,” he said quietly, his voice strained.

your mother clapped her hands together, beaming with delight. “oh, that’s wonderful! i knew we could count on you, sunghoon.”

he stood up then, a sudden stiffness in his movements. “thank you for your kindness,” he said, his voice more formal now. “but it’s late, and i should be going.”

your mother stood as well, ushering him toward the door with a fond smile. “of course, of course. but we must meet soon to discuss the dress!”

sunghoon nodded, his gaze avoiding yours as he headed for the door. you followed behind in silence, the heaviness between you both suffocating.

at the doorstep, he paused, his hand resting on the doorframe as he turned to face you one last time. there was something broken in his expression, a quiet sadness that you couldn’t quite place. for a moment, it seemed as if he might say something—something real, something raw—but then, he simply nodded.

“good night,” he whispered, before turning and walking away.

as you watched him disappear into the night, your heart ached with the words left unsaid, the feelings unspoken, and the love you both were too afraid to fight for.

as sunghoon walked through the dimly lit streets, the cool night air did little to ease the storm brewing inside him. each step echoed in the stillness, but his mind was anything but calm. the evening had turned from tense excitement into a suffocating weight pressing down on his chest.

he replayed your mother’s words over and over in his mind: “who better to make our daughter’s wedding dress than the most talented designer in town?” the words had cut deeper than any blade, the cruel irony of it all making his heart twist painfully. he had dreamed of crafting something beautiful for you, yes, but never like this. not for someone else’s wedding. not for the marriage that would take you away from him.

sunghoon clenched his fists, his knuckles white as his nails bit into his palms. a marriage. to someone else. he could barely picture it, the idea so foreign and painful that it seemed absurd. but the reality was right there, looming in front of him like an unstoppable force. he had always known that this day would come. you were from a noble family, destined to marry someone of status. and him? he was a tailor, nothing more. his growing reputation in town meant little in comparison to the weight of your family’s expectations.

it’s for the best, he told himself, over and over, like a mantra he hoped would dull the pain. your life with that man—whoever he was—would be easier, more secure. you’d live the life you were meant to lead, filled with luxury, stability, and everything a noblewoman deserved. sunghoon had nothing to offer in comparison. even with his recent success, his craft could never provide you with the life that an arranged marriage could.

sunghoon’s pace quickened, the weight of his emotions making it harder to breathe. his mind whirled with a painful realization: it’s better this way. he had no right to confess his feelings to you now. no right to complicate your life any further. you were getting married, and he had to respect that. confessing his love wouldn’t change anything—it would only hurt you more, and he couldn’t bear the thought of being the cause of your pain.

he thought of the way you had looked at him tonight, how your eyes had softened when you admitted that you hadn’t agreed to the marriage yet. the flicker of hope that had briefly ignited in his chest had been swiftly extinguished by the cold voice of reason. you deserved better than him, better than a life filled with uncertainty and struggle. and even though it tore him apart inside, sunghoon knew he had to let you go.

she’ll be happier without me. the thought twisted like a knife in his heart, but he held onto it like a lifeline. it was easier to believe that than to face the truth—that he was simply too afraid. too afraid to fight for you, too afraid of what loving you truly meant. because if he did confess, if he asked you to choose him, what then? you would have to give up your life of comfort, your family’s support, and the future they had planned for you. and what if you regretted that decision later? what if he couldn’t be enough for you?

no. he wouldn’t let that happen. he couldn’t risk it.

by the time sunghoon reached his workshop, his heart was heavy with the decision he had made. he stepped inside, the familiar smell of fabric and wood filling the space around him, but it no longer brought him any comfort. he stood in the dim light, surrounded by the tools of his trade—the very things that had brought him success—and felt nothing but emptiness.

he wouldn’t confess. he couldn’t.

because he loved you too much to ask you to settle for less.

the tension between you and sunghoon hung in the air like a thick fog, clouding everything you had once held dear.

he avoided you, not because he wanted to, but because he couldn’t bear to look you in the eye. each passing day, you found yourself hoping—desperately—that he would come to you, that he would say something to stop the impending wedding. but instead, sunghoon pretended to be okay. he carried on with his work, his life, as if the confession hadn’t happened. as if you hadn’t bared your soul to him and he hadn’t done the same. he buried his emotions, putting on that same calm, controlled front, and it drove you mad.

he wouldn’t fight for you.

your heart ached with the realisation, and it became painfully clear during the next few days that sunghoon had no intention of changing the course of things. the silence between you both was unbearable, the distance growing wider with each passing moment. and just when you thought it couldn’t get any worse, your parents made it worse.

they scheduled an appointment with sunghoon for the most painful task yet: designing your wedding dress.

the irony of it was too cruel. sunghoon, the man who knew every inch of you, who had memorised your shape, your measurements, who had held you so intimately in his arms, was now tasked with crafting the gown you would wear as you married someone else. it was the final blow, the final insult, to a relationship that had been ripped apart by circumstances you couldn’t control.

when the day of the appointment arrived, you found yourself standing outside his workshop, dread pooling in your stomach. you didn’t want to go inside. you didn’t want to face him, not after everything that had happened, and certainly not for this.

with a deep breath, you pushed the door open, stepping into the familiar space that now felt cold and foreign. sunghoon was already there, standing by his work table with rolls of fabric laid out in front of him, but the usual warmth in his eyes was absent. he looked up when you entered, his expression neutral, professional. he greeted you with a small nod.

“let’s get started,” he said, his voice low, as if he too was trying to suppress the emotions that lingered just beneath the surface.

you could barely look at him. the air was thick with tension, and you forced yourself to speak, though your voice came out flat, distant.

“i don’t even know why i’m here,” you muttered, crossing your arms tightly over your chest. “this is just… a formality.”

sunghoon’s eyes flickered briefly with something—hurt, maybe—but he masked it quickly. “your parents want you to have the perfect dress. it’s important to them.”

the atmosphere inside sunghoon’s workshop felt suffocating. you sat rigidly on a small chair, staring at the neatly folded fabrics in front of you while sunghoon prepared his tools. everything about the moment felt forced, mechanical, nothing like the ease and flow of your previous sessions together. you didn’t want to be there. and you were making it painfully clear.

sunghoon turned to face you, holding a few sketches in his hand, his face expressionless. but you could sense the tension in the air, the unspoken pain that lingered between you both. he wasn’t the same, and neither were you.

“so,” he began, keeping his voice calm and professional, “do you have any preferences for the neckline? maybe something you’ve always liked?”

you shrugged, not even looking up at him. “don’t know. don’t care.”

his brow furrowed slightly, but he said nothing, nodding as if that response was perfectly normal. he glanced down at the sketches again, adjusting the paper. “okay… how about the fabric? i was thinking something soft, maybe silk? or—”

“whatever,” you muttered, crossing your arms. “doesn’t matter.”

sunghoon paused, his eyes lingering on you for a moment. you could feel his gaze, heavy with concern, but you refused to meet it. you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of seeing how hurt you were, how badly you wanted him to say something, anything, that would change this.

he sighed quietly, turning back to his worktable. “i just want to make sure it’s perfect for you,” he said softly, his voice gentle but strained. “this is an important day…”

you clenched your jaw, the words digging into your heart like shards of glass. an important day? for who? certainly not for you. he kept talking about the wedding as if it were inevitable, as if you were excited about it, and it made your blood boil.

“what about the waistline?” he asked again, forcing the conversation to continue. “something fitted, or maybe a bit more relaxed?”

“i don’t care,” you replied tersely, your tone sharp. “you’re the expert, right? just do whatever.”

the silence that followed was deafening. sunghoon stood still for a moment, his hands resting on the fabrics, his back to you. you saw the slight slump in his shoulders, the way his fingers gripped the edge of the table just a little too tightly, and for a second, you almost regretted your words.

but the frustration bubbling inside you wouldn’t let up. you had come here hoping, praying, that he would give you a reason to stop the wedding, that he would fight for you. instead, you were sitting here discussing necklines and fabric as if everything was perfectly fine, as if you weren’t on the verge of losing everything.

he turned back around, this time holding a measuring tape. “let’s… start with your measurements,” he said, his voice sounding tired, defeated.

you stood up reluctantly, moving toward him, your movements stiff and reluctant. you stood there in the middle of the room, feeling the weight of the moment pressing down on your chest.

sunghoon stepped closer, the tape measure in his hands, and for a moment, you both stood in silence, the tension between you thick and suffocating. his proximity felt overwhelming, but this time, it wasn’t filled with the same spark as before. instead, it was heavy, burdened with all the things you both refused to say.

he hesitated for a second before gently wrapping the tape around your waist. his fingers brushed lightly against your skin, but there was no tenderness in the touch. it was robotic, methodical, like he was forcing himself to distance every part of him from you.

“what about the sleeves?” he asked quietly, trying to fill the silence. “long or short?”

“whatever,” you snapped. “it doesn’t matter. none of this matters.”

sunghoon froze for a moment, his hands stilling against your waist. the silence stretched between you, thick with unresolved tension, before he pulled away, the tape measure slipping from his fingers. he turned to face you, his expression strained, frustration and confusion swirling in his eyes.

“what’s going on with you?” he finally asked, his voice low but firm. “why are you acting like this?”

you stared at him, your chest heaving with a mix of anger and sorrow. his question was the breaking point, the floodgates that had been holding everything back bursting open all at once.

“why am i acting like this?” you repeated, your voice trembling with emotion. “because you’re standing here, pretending like everything’s fine when it’s not!”

sunghoon’s brow furrowed, but he said nothing, his eyes searching yours for an explanation.

“this dress… this wedding… none of it matters to me!” you continued, your voice growing louder with every word. “i don’t want this. i never wanted this. and you know it, sunghoon. you know it better than anyone!”

he opened his mouth to respond, but you didn’t let him. the words kept pouring out, all the frustration and pain you had been bottling up for weeks finally spilling over.

“i’ve been waiting for you to say something, to do something—anything—that would make me stop this wedding. but you’ve just been standing there, acting like this is what i want when you know it isn’t!” your voice cracked, your hands trembling at your sides. “why won’t you say anything? why won’t you fight for me?”

sunghoon stared at you, the weight of your words hitting him like a punch to the gut. he looked down, his shoulders sagging as if the burden of everything you had just said was too much to bear.

“i… i thought this was what you wanted,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “i thought you deserved someone better than me. someone who could give you everything i can’t.”

you felt your heart clench painfully in your chest, the ache of his words almost unbearable. “that’s not for you to decide!” you shot back, your voice breaking. “you think i care about any of that? i don’t. i never did. the only thing i care about is you.”

the silence that followed was thick with raw emotion. sunghoon stood there, his expression torn, his hands trembling at his sides. he looked like he wanted to say something, like he was finally ready to fight, but the fear in his eyes held him back.

“i’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “i’m so sorry.”

the apology shattered whatever was left of your composure. you turned away, not able to stand the sight of him any longer.

“i don’t want to wear a wedding dress if it’s not for you,” you said quietly, tears brimming in your eyes. you swallowed the lump in your throat and forced yourself to leave, your heart breaking with every step you took toward the door.

sunghoon didn’t try to stop you. he just stood there, broken, as you walked out of his life.

it was the dead of night, the streets shrouded in silence, broken only by the soft crunch of your hurried footsteps on the cobblestone path. you didn’t look back. you couldn’t. not when you had finally made your decision. with nothing but the small bags clutched in your hands, you walked with purpose, heart pounding as you made your way toward sunghoon’s home.

the weight of the evening air pressed against your skin, thick with the lingering tension that had been suffocating you for days. since that fateful conversation at his workshop, the ache in your chest had only deepened, every moment spent away from him gnawing at you. there was no escaping it. you couldn’t go through with the marriage. not when you knew where your heart truly lay.

the small house loomed ahead, a single dim light flickering from the window, signalling that sunghoon was still awake. your pulse quickened, the gravity of what you were about to do hitting you all at once. you were throwing away everything—your family’s expectations, your arranged marriage, the life you had been destined to live—all for him. and yet, none of it scared you.

because sunghoon was worth it. he was the only thing you wanted.

you reached the door, your breath shallow as you hesitated for a split second, your heart hammering in your chest. then, without another thought, you raised your hand and knocked.

a few moments passed, the silence inside the house dragging on like an eternity before you heard soft footsteps approaching. the door creaked open, revealing sunghoon standing there, his hair tousled, his eyes widening in surprise when he saw you standing there, drenched in moonlight, with your bags in hand.

“y/n?” his voice was laced with confusion, concern flickering across his features as he glanced between you and the bags at your side. “what are you—what’s going on?”

you didn’t answer right away. instead, you stepped forward, crossing the threshold into his home without invitation, leaving him to close the door behind you. the room was dimly lit, casting soft shadows across the familiar space where so much of your time together had unfolded. it felt both comforting and surreal to be here now, on the brink of something monumental.

“i couldn’t do it,” you said at last, your voice barely a whisper but filled with determination. “i couldn’t marry him, sunghoon.”

he stood there, frozen, his brow furrowing in confusion. “what do you mean? the wedding—it’s—”

“i don’t want to marry him,” you interrupted, turning to face him fully, your eyes locking onto his with an intensity that made your heart race. “i don’t want any of this. the wedding, the life my parents planned for me—it’s not what i want. it’s never been what i wanted.”

sunghoon’s breath hitched, his confusion deepening, but you could see the glimmer of hope slowly dawning in his eyes. “then… what are you saying?”

you dropped your bags to the floor and stepped closer to him, the raw emotion swirling inside you finally breaking free. “what i’m saying is that i’m here, right now, because i’m choosing you, sunghoon. all i’ve ever wanted is you. i thought—i hoped—you’d feel the same. but you never said anything. and i can’t keep waiting.”

his eyes widened, a storm of emotions flashing across his face. he looked torn between disbelief and longing, his lips parting as if to speak, but no words came out.

“i know you think i deserve better,” you continued, your voice growing more urgent, your hands trembling slightly as you reached out to him, “but i don’t care about that. i don’t care about anything except you. all i wanted—all i ever wanted—was for you to tell me you felt the same. to fight for me.”

sunghoon swallowed thickly, his eyes locked on yours, and for the first time since you had shown up, he looked utterly vulnerable. “i do… i do feel the same, y/n. i’ve always felt the same. but i thought—” his voice cracked, and he took a shaky breath. “i thought you’d be better off without me. i was afraid i’d ruin your life if i held you back from everything you deserve.”

you shook your head fiercely, your heart pounding. “you’re wrong. you never would have ruined anything. the only thing that’s been ruining me is the thought of losing you.”

tears welled up in his eyes, his composure crumbling as the weight of his emotions finally caught up to him. he took a step closer, his hands reaching out to gently cup your face. his touch was warm, familiar, filled with the tenderness that had been missing for so long.

“y/n,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion, “i don’t deserve you… but i can’t let you go.”

your breath caught in your throat as the distance between you vanished. his hands trembled slightly against your skin, but the intensity in his gaze spoke volumes. you could feel the raw need, the longing that had been suppressed for too long, finally coming to the surface.

“then don’t,” you whispered, your voice breaking. “don’t let me go, sunghoon. i love you. i’ve always loved you. and i’m not going anywhere unless it’s with you.”

the words seemed to unlock something in him. without another second of hesitation, he pulled you into his arms, his lips crashing against yours in a desperate, passionate kiss that spoke of all the years of pent-up desire and unspoken feelings between you. it was everything you had hoped for, everything you had longed for—pure, unfiltered love.

when he finally pulled away, breathless and trembling, his forehead rested against yours, his eyes still closed, as if savouring the moment.

“run away with me,” you whispered, your hands still tangled in his shirt. “we can leave this place, start a new life. i don’t care where we go as long as i’m with you.”

sunghoon opened his eyes, searching yours for any hint of doubt, but all he saw was determination—love. a soft, disbelieving laugh escaped him, his fingers tracing the lines of your face as if committing them to memory.

“are you sure?” he asked, his voice shaking. “are you really sure about this?”

you smiled, leaning into his touch, your heart swelling with the certainty of your decision. “i’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”

sunghoon closed his eyes again, pulling you into a tight embrace, as if afraid to let go. “i love you,” he murmured against your hair, his voice raw with emotion. “i’ve always loved you.”

tears of relief and joy welled up in your eyes as you buried your face in his chest, holding onto him like he was your lifeline. this was what you had been waiting for. this was all you ever needed.

“we’ll leave tonight,” he whispered, his voice resolute. “we’ll start over, just the two of us.”

you nodded, a smile breaking through the tears as you felt the weight of the world lifting from your shoulders. this was your new beginning. your future with sunghoon, the one you had always dreamed of.

and together, you knew you could face whatever came next.

the moon hung low in the sky, casting its pale glow over the winding road that stretched out before you and sunghoon. the cool night air clung to your skin as you both moved in silence, hearts pounding in unison as you left the only life you had ever known behind. with each step, the weight of your decision lifted, replaced by a thrill that sent shivers down your spine.

you glanced over at sunghoon, his face illuminated by the moonlight, a mix of determination and exhilaration playing on his features. his hand gripped yours tightly, as if afraid to let go, as if letting go would mean losing you forever. neither of you had spoken much since leaving his house, but the unspoken understanding between you was stronger than ever.

the path ahead was unknown, but that no longer frightened you. in fact, it excited you.

as you crested the hill that overlooked your town, you both stopped for a moment, turning to take in the view one last time. the place where you had grown up, where your families lived, where your life had been planned out for you—it all felt so distant now, like a world you were no longer part of.

you turned to sunghoon, a soft smile tugging at your lips despite the enormity of what you were doing. “so… where are we going?”

he turned to look at you, his eyes filled with that familiar spark of ambition you had always admired. “there’s a city,” he began, his voice low and steady. “a place i’ve always dreamed of going. it’s known for fashion, for artisans, for people like me who want to make a name for themselves.”

you could see the excitement dancing in his eyes, the dream he had always kept close to his heart. “i’ve heard of it,” you said, your smile growing. “you’re talking about sorina, aren’t you?”

he nodded, his grip on your hand tightening. “yes. it’s always been my dream to open my own studio there. to create something that’s entirely mine. but… i never thought i’d actually go. i didn’t think i’d have the chance.”

your heart swelled with pride and affection as you looked at him. “well, now you do,” you said softly. “and you’re not going alone.”

his expression softened, and for a moment, he just looked at you—really looked at you, as if he still couldn’t believe this was happening. then, with a quiet laugh, he pulled you into his arms, burying his face in your hair. “i don’t deserve you,” he whispered, his voice trembling with emotion.

you smiled against his chest, wrapping your arms around him. “you’re wrong. you’re everything i deserve.”

with one final glance at the town behind you, the two of you turned and began your journey to sorina, the city of dreams. the road ahead was long, but the promise of a new life with sunghoon made every step feel lighter. the thought of him creating masterpieces, of you being by his side as his muse, filled you with a hope you had never known.

and as the two of you settled into your new life in sorina, that peace only grew. sunghoon’s dreams were coming to life with every stitch, every sketch. he was thriving in a way that you had always known he could, and you were there to see it all. your role as his muse was more than a job or a title—it was the culmination of your deep connection, your bond that had grown through years of friendship and love unspoken.

there were moments when the thought of your parents crossed your mind. the guilt of running away lingered in the back of your heart at times, knowing how much they had hoped for you to marry into the match they had chosen. you wondered if they were angry, disappointed, or hurt by your decision. but as days turned into weeks, those worries faded. you knew your parents—they loved you too much to hold on to their disappointment forever.

"i’m sure they’ll forgive me," you said one evening, resting your head on sunghoon's shoulder as you both watched the busy city streets from your studio. "they’ll come to understand… eventually."

sunghoon looked at you, his eyes searching your face for any signs of doubt. “you really think so?”

you nodded, smiling softly. “i know they will. they’ve always wanted me to be happy. and when they see how happy we are… when they see all you’ve achieved, they’ll realise we made the right choice.”

he reached out, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear, his thumb lingering against your cheek. “i hope so,” he said, his voice quiet but filled with warmth. “i just want you to have everything you deserve. i want them to see that.”

“they will,” you reassured him, your voice soft but firm. “they’ve known you all your life, sunghoon. they know how hard you’ve worked. they’ll see why i chose you. why we chose each other.”

sunghoon’s lips curved into a small smile, one that made your heart flutter. “we’ll make a life together that’s worth showing them. one day, when they see what we’ve built, they’ll understand.”

and deep down, you knew he was right. your parents loved you, and in time, they would see the joy that your life with sunghoon brought you. they would forgive the abrupt departure, the wedding that never was. because while it wasn’t the life they had envisioned for you, it was the one you had always dreamed of.

as sunghoon’s studio grew, and as the two of you thrived in sorina, you no longer felt the weight of your decision. you had chosen love over duty, dreams over expectations. and in the end, you knew it would all work out. one day, when the time was right, you would return to your parents—not as the daughter who had run away, but as the woman who had found her happiness.

for now, though, the life you had built with sunghoon was everything you had ever wanted. the city of fashion, the thriving studio, the man you loved—it was more than enough.

and with every stitch sunghoon sewed, every dress he designed, you were reminded that you had made the right choice. together, you had found your place in the world. and you had no doubt that the people you loved most would come to understand that too.

BONUS SCENE !

in sorina, life had unfolded beautifully, and not just for sunghoon. the city may have been known for fashion, but it was also a hub of opportunity for anyone willing to carve out their own path—and you had done just that.

while sunghoon spent his days sketching and tailoring in his studio, you found your own passion and footing in the city. before long, you’d built something of your own—a modest business in jewellery making, a craft you had dabbled in back home but now took seriously. the bustling markets of sorina were filled with artisans from every walk of life, and soon your intricately designed pieces caught the eye of locals and visitors alike.

at first, it was a hobby. a way to pass the time while sunghoon worked. but it didn’t take long for you to gain recognition. your designs, delicate yet bold, paired perfectly with the high-end garments sunghoon was crafting. your pieces began to complement his work, and you both realised the potential of collaborating together—not just in love but in business.

the two of you often worked late into the night, your small workbench tucked in the corner of his studio. sunghoon would be bent over his latest creation, needles and thread in hand, while you arranged shimmering stones and metals into intricate patterns.

“you know,” sunghoon said one evening, breaking the comfortable silence between you, “we’re going to need a bigger space soon.”

you looked up from your work, raising an eyebrow. “why’s that?”

he smirked, nodding toward the scattered jewellery and sketches of new designs littering the floor. “because you’re taking over my studio, that’s why.”

you chuckled, shaking your head as you placed a bracelet you’d been working on down on the table. “i think we both know you’re the one taking up all the space. these fabrics are everywhere.”

“touché,” he replied with a grin, his gaze softening as he looked at you. “but i’m serious. your business is growing. people are asking for your pieces specifically now. you’ve got clients lined up at the door. we can’t keep pretending this is just a side gig.”

you shrugged, but your smile betrayed your pride. “maybe. but it’s not like i’m doing this on my own. you’ve helped me a lot. half of the clients only know about my jewellery because it’s paired with your designs.”

sunghoon shook his head. “no. they come for you. you’ve worked hard to get here. don’t downplay that.”

his words warmed your heart, and you leaned back in your chair, watching him for a moment. “i guess we’ve both come a long way, haven’t we?”

he met your gaze, the familiar spark of affection lighting up his eyes. “more than i ever imagined.”

as the weeks passed, the collaboration between your jewellery and sunghoon’s garments became the talk of the city. nobles and royals who ordered dresses from sunghoon began requesting matching jewellery pieces from you. soon, you were no longer just sunghoon’s muse or his partner—you were an established name in your own right.

at events and gatherings, whispers of “have you seen her designs?” filled the halls, your name mentioned alongside sunghoon’s, but never overshadowed by it. the partnership between the two of you was equal, balanced by your mutual respect and admiration for one another’s talents. while sunghoon’s studio flourished, so did your own reputation. you set up a small stall in the heart of the city, your jewellery catching the sunlight and drawing the attention of passersby. with each new order, you found yourself standing more confidently in this new life you had built.

one evening, as the two of you sat in the now-expanded studio, reviewing orders and discussing the future, sunghoon turned to you, a playful grin tugging at the corners of his lips.

“so, what’s next for you? you’ve got clients begging for your work, you’re practically a household name now,” he teased, nudging you gently. “maybe it’s time you open your own studio, too?”

you smiled, considering his words. “maybe. i’ve been thinking about it, actually.”

sunghoon raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. “oh? you’ve got plans you’re not telling me?”

you laughed softly, shaking your head. “no, nothing concrete. but i do think it’s time i take things to the next level. i want to expand, maybe hire a few apprentices. i don’t want to just make jewellery—i want to teach others how to do it, too. there’s a lot of talent in this city that deserves to be nurtured.”

he looked at you with such pride in his eyes, it made your heart swell. “you’re incredible, you know that?”

you shrugged, trying to downplay your excitement. “i’m just doing what i love.”

“and you’re damn good at it,” he said firmly. “don’t forget that.”

it wasn’t long before you made that dream a reality. you secured a space in one of the city’s artisan districts, a small but beautiful shop where you could sell your creations and train apprentices in the art of jewellery making. the shop was an extension of yourself—chic, elegant, and full of the creativity that had always been a part of you.

soon, your shop became as well-known as sunghoon’s studio. the two of you were often talked about together, not as a couple who had run away from their old lives, but as two individuals who had built something remarkable side by side.

every piece of jewellery you created had its own story, just as every dress sunghoon designed had its own flair. and while you both supported each other’s work, neither of you relied solely on the other to define your success.

the life you had built together in sorina was not just about love—it was about the dreams you had both nurtured and the independence you cherished. you were more than sunghoon’s muse. you were a creator, a designer, a businesswoman in your own right.

as the sun set over sorina, casting a warm, golden glow across the city, you stood at the threshold of your jewelry shop, taking in the scene before you. the streets were alive with people bustling between vendors, artisans displaying their wares, and musicians playing softly in the distance. your heart swelled with contentment as you looked out over the life you had built, not just for yourself, but alongside sunghoon.

the sound of footsteps broke you from your thoughts, and you turned just in time to see him approaching. his face was illuminated by the setting sun, a soft smile tugging at his lips as he drew closer. even after all this time, your heart still skipped a beat whenever you saw him. there was something about the way he carried himself, the quiet confidence, the kindness in his eyes, that always made you feel safe and cherished.

"busy day?" he asked, his voice low and familiar as he stopped in front of you, his gaze warm.

you nodded, leaning against the doorframe with a soft smile. "busier than usual. i think word is spreading faster than i expected. what about you? how’s the studio?"

he chuckled, glancing back toward his own shop down the street. "same here. we might need to start hiring more help."

you laughed softly, and the two of you stood there for a moment, soaking in the peaceful atmosphere around you. the city was beautiful in the fading light, and for a brief second, everything felt perfect. but then sunghoon shifted slightly, his eyes locking with yours, and you saw something deeper flicker in them—something that had never fully disappeared.

without a word, he reached out, gently brushing a loose strand of hair from your face, his fingers lingering just a little too long. the simple gesture sent a shiver down your spine, the air between you charged with an unspoken tension that had only grown stronger over the months.

“you’ve got a speck of something,” he murmured, his voice softer now, more intimate. “right here.”

you felt the heat rise to your cheeks as his fingers lightly grazed your skin. “thanks,” you whispered, barely able to find your voice.

sunghoon didn’t pull away immediately. instead, he stayed close, his eyes never leaving yours. there was something different in his gaze tonight—something tender, yet intense. and as you looked back at him, you felt the weight of all the moments you’d shared, the quiet yearning that had simmered between you since the day you’d arrived in this city together.

“do you ever think about… everything?” he asked suddenly, his voice breaking the stillness. he didn’t have to explain further. you both knew exactly what he meant.

you swallowed hard, your heart racing. “i do,” you admitted quietly. “every day.”

his hand slipped down to your waist, tentative at first, as if testing the waters. but when you didn’t pull away, he drew you in closer, until your bodies were nearly touching, the warmth of his chest radiating against yours. you could feel the rise and fall of his breath, and it was intoxicating.

“i never imagined…” sunghoon’s voice was barely a whisper now, his lips close to your ear, sending another wave of shivers down your spine. “that we’d end up here. together.”

you leaned your forehead against his shoulder, closing your eyes as you took in his scent—so familiar and comforting. “me neither.”

for a long moment, you stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, neither of you daring to move or speak. the world outside seemed to melt away, leaving just the two of you, suspended in time.

and then, without warning, sunghoon pulled back just enough to tilt your chin up with his fingers, his gaze locking onto yours with an intensity that made your breath catch.

“i love you,” he whispered, the words escaping him like they’d been held back for far too long. “i’ve always loved you.”

your heart stopped, the confession hanging in the air between you, heavy and undeniable. you had known it, felt it, but hearing the words out loud still sent a rush of emotion through you.

“i love you too,” you replied softly, the words coming out as naturally as breathing.

sunghoon smiled—a slow, tender smile that reached his eyes. and before you knew it, he was leaning in, capturing your lips in a kiss that was soft at first but quickly grew more passionate. it was as if all the years of longing, of unspoken feelings and missed opportunities, had finally culminated in this moment.

you melted into the kiss, your arms wrapping around his neck as his hands slid to your waist, pulling you closer. his lips were warm and gentle, yet insistent, and you could feel the depth of his emotions in every touch. the world spun around you, but all you could focus on was him—the way his lips moved against yours, the way his hands held you like you were the most precious thing in the world.

when you finally pulled away, breathless and flushed, sunghoon rested his forehead against yours, his breath mingling with yours in the quiet of the evening.

“i don’t want to wait anymore,” he whispered, his voice hoarse with emotion. “we’ve waited long enough.”

you nodded, your heart swelling with a sense of certainty you hadn’t felt in a long time. “neither do i.”

you smiled, feeling a deep sense of peace settle over you. the future felt bright, and for the first time, you could see it clearly—both of you, side by side, not just as lovers but as equals. you were no longer running away from the life you didn’t want. instead, you were running toward the life you had built together, filled with love, passion, and the promise of a beautiful tomorrow.

you weren’t just sunghoon’s muse. you weren’t just a girl who had fallen in love. you were a woman who had taken control of her destiny, and now, with sunghoon by your side, you were ready for whatever the future held.

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A Bump in the Road

Mattheo Riddle x Reader

Summary: You two were perfect for each other, but there are bound to be bumps in every road.

Everyone in Hogwarts was aware of the power couple that was you and Mattheo.

You had been inseparable since you first met in their first class, your chemistry was undeniable from the start.

Your relationship was the envy of all your friends, as you seemed to be the perfect match in every way.

However, as time went on, jealousy began to rear its ugly head in your relationship.

You started to notice that Mattheo was spending more and more time with a fellow student, Patsy.

They would work on projects together, go out for coffee, and even get out of the school without inviting you along.

At first, you tried to brush off these feelings of jealousy, telling yourself that Mattheo was just being a good friend to Patsy.

But as the weeks went by, your suspicions grew stronger.

You couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more than just friendship between the two.

And then, you decided to confront Mattheo about your suspicions.

You poured your heart out to him, telling him how you felt neglected and insecure in this relationship.

"It's like you don't even care about me anymore." you said and Mattheo was taken aback by your honesty, but reassured you that his friendship with Patsy was purely platonic.

He promised to make more time for you and to include you in everything.

"It's not that I don't want you to only be with me Matty, but-"

"I get it. I really do. You don't have to explain." he smiled and you kissed him.

However, despite his reassurances, you couldn't shake the feeling of jealousy that had taken hold of your heart.

He said he got it, but he changed nothing. And again, he was away with Patsy.

You let out a long sigh as you sat down to have dinner.

"Trouble in paradise? What did Riddle do this time?" you looked up at Blaise. You rolled your eyes and pointed at Mattheo who was talking with Patsy. "Oh, lover boy found a new toy?"

"Fuck off."

"Only joking. Stupid idiot probably got used to having you around way too much."

"Tell me more. And he had the balls to reassure me that he will stop."

"If it is anything, I don't think he is like that with her. He is an idiot, yes but he does love you."

"I hope you are right Blaise, or else there will be blood."

"I have no doubt about that. But I think two can play his game." he leaned in and you looked at him with a face that said "Continue". "The new guy, Black, has a little crush on you. Maybe... you could play a little?"

"Regulus Black?" Blaise nodded and you had a wicked smile. You turned and watched your boyfriend laugh with Patsy, oh boy if Mattheo wanted to fight, you would bring war to him.

----

Regulus was actually very kind and funny.

You genuinely liked him. But he wasn't Mattheo.

And it looked like your actions piqued his interest to the point where he actually left Patsy and joined you and Regulus when he helped you with your homework.

You were thankful to Blaise for the amazing plan as it has worked beautifully.

Patsy was soon no one but a long forgotten memory.

"Oh? Where's your girlfriend?" you asked Mattheo and he looked confused. "Patsy." you explained and he rolled his eyes.

"Apparently, Gryffendale thought it would be a good idea to have a bet. Patsy was sent to get us to brake up."

"Really? And it took you that long to realize that you played into their hands? We almost did break up." you laughed.

"No, we didn't. But it was rather suspicious for a girl to be interested in the stuff that I like to this degree."

"Should I call the doctor or will you survive?"

"I'm fine, since I have my girl." he pulled you close and you shook your head. "So you can start to avoid Black. I'm not letting you leave."

"Sorry, I do have a study session with him later today, but you can join us." you smirked.

This was the moment where you understood that life is going to throw a lot your way. But since you two were perfect for each other, no matter what will come, you two will be fine.

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Golden Hour

word count: 1k

x: finished this short thing in an hour at work...... nothing else to say... enjoy :)

content: You sing “Golden Hour” for Roman Reigns at his wedding. Roman x Semeni, Roman x Reader, angst

You had been invited to sing at a wedding. You were excited. You think. You haven't gotten to sing at a wedding in a long time. Of course, this was different this time. Who’s wedding? Roman and Semeni, your longtime friends that have stuck with you since high school, despite you all pursuing different paths. A pro wrestler, a singer, and a model. Who knew you three would go on to be so successful. But that’s not the thought lingering in your mind, no, your heart as you clutch the microphone with obnoxiously sweaty hands.

It was just two lovers 

Sittin' in the car, listening to Blonde

Fallin' for each other

Pink and orange skies, feelin' super childish

No Donald Glover

Missed call from my mother

Like, "Where you at tonight?" Got no alibi

I was all alone with the love of my life

You stood at the front of the shiny marble dance floor, accompanied by a shiny, immense grand piano, and a string quartet. You stood farther out in front of the instruments to be seen, but not too far to the point where you were distracting. Singing Golden Hour for the newly wed as they twirled across the dancefloor, love written across their faces. You could almost smile. Almost

She's got glitter for skin

My radiant beam in the night

I don't need no light to see you

Shine

It's your golden hour (oh)

You slow down time

In your golden hour (oh)

God, that annoying, unbearable pain in your chest as you sang the song to your best ability, not showing the state you were trying to desperately betray. Why weren't you happy? Your best friend is getting married. It's not new news. Neither is the widespread burning in your chest. But you thought you had finally gotten over yourself. Countless journey entries, therapy sessions, hour phone calls to your friend Gianna, who tried her best to console you and be with you every time you called. But seeing them together, hand in hand, dancing along to your voice with their love for each other pushing and floating them across the floor. It was unendurable.

We were just two lovers

Feet up on the dash, drivin' nowhere fast

Burnin' through the summer

Radio on blast, make the moment last

She got solar power

Minutes feel like hours

She knew she was the baddest, can you even imagine

Fallin' like I did?

The string quartet sang along with you, cheering them on into their new path in life. Something you should be doing, but you're not. Closing your eyes. That's what you had resorted to doing. Closing your eyes, singing the best you could. You imagined a wonderful white and blue room, adorned with ambient lighting and clouds everywhere. Fog covered the ground, but formed around your feet as you walked through. So captivating, but free at the same time. You wore a wonderful white gown, with silver accessories that shined bright in any room. And you looked up at Roman, wearing a designer black suit, with a silver clip with etched in diamonds attached to his suit, and a blue handkerchief. 

For the love of my life

She's got glow on her face

A glorious look in her eyes

My angel of light

I was all alone with the love of my life

She's got glitter for skin

My radiant beam in the night

He took your hand as you two moved across the thick fog. No audience, no guests or family members, just you two. Sharing a special intimate moment with each other. Letting your love cloud your mind. Interfere with your judgment. Living in this beautiful moment. Your whole body tingled, feeling a gust of cold wind, dispersing your picture perfect daydream. They had glided past you like two flies in the hot summer heat. Her gigantic snow white dress brushing your toes as they smile stayed still. Well it was working until now. It's almost as if her snapping you out of your daydream made it worse. If only it was real

I don't need no light to see you

Shine

It's your golden hour (oh)

You slow down time

In your golden hour (oh)

A singular tear rode down your painted face. Staining the layers of makeup you had put on hours before the occasion. The camera man took a picture of you, probably mistaking your hot tear for a tear of joy. He couldn’t be more wrong. God, why were you here? Why did you even offer to do this for them? You should’ve known that you were going to break. It hurts. Seeing them together. In love. In a celebration and cheers to future happy memories, here you are. Questioning your placement here. Among these happy souls, as you stare holes into the side of their head. With anger? Disgust? Sadness? You didn't know. Maybe all three. Maybe none. The piano quiets and the string quartet fades. They take one longing look at eachother, and kiss. A loud explosion of head pounding applause followed. And you fakely followed suit. You wonder if you would have been more forward with him, that you would be standing in her place. All of these people would be clapping with you instead of her. If you would have told her to leave him alone, maybe they would have never gotten married. And you wouldn't be standing there, cursing yourself for being so scared. You looked at him with longing, and her with confused jealousy. As she stood there, and danced with your first love. They looked at you with unnerving happiness, their eyes and smiles thanking you for giving them such a special moment to remember. And you smiled too, wiping your tears to make things seem more dramatic. But Roman's face changed. Seeing right through your paper thin smile. And you knew he would ask you about it later.

Can they even imagine falling like you did?

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[blooming-dahlia]

hi! I'm not too sure if your ask is open right now and if it's not then I apologize. I found your writing style to be pretty nice si I was wondering if you could do a Lilia x reader. Diasomnia family headcanons. Reader is a fae who worked under Meleanor during the human-fae war. Ended up helping him with Malleus. A headcanon for the family dynamics in the Diasomnia family with reader. If that is not too specific, would you be alright with taking that request? I'd understand if you don't.

The Most Important Moments of Our Lives [Diasomnia, Lilia Vanrouge x Fae!Reader]

╰ Sometimes when you lie in bed, you like to reminisce about the old days. It's crazy how things can change so suddenly. And the biggest change you have noticed so far is your family life.

╰ At first you considered being an NRC student at your age as something odd, but having Lilia by your side definitely helped you gain confidence. To other people at school, you are just another average student because you have never revealed to anyone (except your closest friends) who you really are.

╰ Still, you are grateful to be here, as you can continue to watch over Malleus and Silver. While you don't spend much time with them during the school day, you like to ask them about their classes and if they got good grades when you finally return to the Diasomnia dormitory.

╰ Being Malleus’ babysitter was something you would never expect to happen. One time during the human-fae war you found youself wounded badly to the point where you couldn’t fight anymore for a very long time. You felt completely useless until one day you were given a very important task by Princess Meleanor.

╰ And then you found yourself alone with Lilia Vanrouge and an egg. But not just any egg, it was Meleanor's precious egg with her baby inside.

╰ Lilia used to tease you a lot when you first started helping him with little Malleus once he was finally out of the egg. In fact, you've never taken care of babies before, let alone dragon babies, so it wasn't an easy job for you.

╰ But as the years passed, you grew accustomed to your new life. When Malleus was older, you taught him many things, such as the proper use of magic. Even now, he looks up to you and asks you for advice. Sometimes, when you pass through the halls of NRC, you can hear some students making jokes about you being Malleus' secret lover, based on what they can see. This thought disgusts you, since you literally helped raise him many years ago.

╰ Raising Malleus and later Silver happened to be the thing that brought you and Lilia closer. During the war, the two of you weren't particularly close, but you still had some respect for each other. Until one day you became the 'parents' of a dragon egg. There were times when you considered leaving because of Lilia's teasing, but you knew you couldn't do that to Malleus.

╰ This experience taught you a lot, but you felt what it's like to be a parent for the first time the day Lilia found baby Silver. It was completely different compared to Malleus' situation. At first you were hesitant to take care of a human baby, but seeing it so small and vulnerable changed something in you. Quickly you and Lilia became Silver’s parents.

╰ Your current relationship with Malleus… Well, he refers to you as [Y/N] at your request, and in fact you two have grown to be very good friends. He doesn't spend as much time with you as he does with Lilia, but you're still important to him and he's grateful for everything you've done for him in the past. You also make sure that Malleus gets every invitation to any party he's invited to. You just want this boy to have the best possible time during his NRC years.

╰ Being Silver's adoptive parent has its ups and downs. Sometimes he falls asleep with his head on your lap while you stroke his hair and reminisce about the times when he was a child. After classes, Silver often comes to you for study sessions. You can't believe how attached you are to him, and you don't even want to think about losing him one day. He's still your son, after all, but you know that finding his real parents would be nothing but heartbreaking.

╰ There are days when you can't understand Sebek at all. The two of you aren't particularly close, but you still care for him like you do for the rest of your little Diasomnia family. He seems to be calmer when he's around you, after you got mad at him once when he woke up Silver. Other than that, Sebek is really respectful to you and sometimes even jealous when you're paying more attention to Silver.

╰ Last but not least is Lilia himself. You and he are the parents of the family, and even Malleus said once that the two of you eventually should get married. You don't deny that something happened between you and Lilia while you were raising Silver. But then this something just disappeared, and you can't even figure out why. The more years passed, the more Lilia became interested in trying out newer, more modern technologies and other things, while the rest of the time was spent with Silver.

╰ Until one evening, after a tiring day full of classes, after-school activities, and some Diasomnia business stuff, you finally entered your room and saw Lilia sitting on your windowsill. He was singing something under his breath while his fingers slid along the strings of his guitar. Then it hit you. It was the same old lullaby you used to sing to Silver when he was a baby. Tears immediately welled up in your eyes, while a small smile formed on your lips.

╰ “You remember that song word for word after all these years?” You asked, walking closer to him. Lilia stopped singing and turned to you, a chuckle coming from his mouth.

╰ “My dear, the most important moments of our lives should never be forgotten. And you singing this lullaby to Silver for the first time is certainly one of them.”

╰ There was a hope. A hope that this ‘something’ hasn't died yet. You didn't want to hide it anymore. The feeling of love you held for Lilia was finally ready to be revealed to him.

╰ But before you could say anything, both you and Lilia suddenly got a notification on your phones, which turned out to be a reminder. ‘Kalim’s party at 9 PM’.

╰ You sighed and wiped away your tears with the sleeve of your school uniform jacket. “I should go now and inform Malleus about the party, in case he hasn't recieved an invitation again. You can… continue playing the guitar and singing.”

╰ On your way to Malleus' room, you couldn't stop thinking about what you had just seen and heard. You probably won't forget it during the party either. After all, the most important moments of your life should never be forgotten.

Thank you for requesting!

[dracoslittleangel]

(un)happy ending (draco malfoy)

a/n: although this exactly wasn't the idea, this was still inspired by @just-another-godless-god and i want to thank you for that. also, idk how i went from wanting to write a cute proposal thingy to this. but enjoy, i've written after so long.

pairing- draco malfoy x female! reader

genre: angst

summary: y/n and draco are ex-lovers. y/n gets invited to draco's wedding. what happens when the memories of the past ghost her present?

All the voices faded out in the background when I looked at him. There he stood at the altar, in all his glory, a ravishing tuxedo hugging his body perfectly with his hair styled just the right way-neither too messy, nor too combed. His smile took my breath away, his dimples prominent and his eyes crinkled at the edges. But, as much as I wished he was, I wasn't the one he was smiling at.

Draco Malfoy stood there, stars shining in his eyes as he smiled at his witch. By the radiant smile he had on his face which could light up an entire room, no one could tell he was nervous. But I could. I have known Draco for enough time to tell when he is nervous, or happy, or sad. I could decipher all the emotions which swarmed through his mind and heart at any point of time, yet, it wasn't my place to do so anymore. No, it was Astoria's, who was currently walking down the aisle, arm looped in her father's and eyes drowned in all the emotions a bride would feel- happiness, nervousness and love. She looked utterly beautiful in her gown, like a goddess sent straight down from heaven.

As she reached at the altar, Draco helped her up, kissing her hand and whispering something in her ear which made her cheeks turn red. A sad smile made its way onto my lips. Oh how many times had I dreamt of this exact moment, wishing upon the stars, praying to the almighty, hoping that Draco and I had been the endgame. But, we weren't, and there was nothing I could do about it. I tuned everything out as the ceremony began, my thoughts taking me back to that one night when it all changed.

flashback

It takes years to build something, but it takes only one moment to ruin it, destroy it to pieces. In this case, it was my relationship and trust with Draco that took years to build and one simple sentence that destroyed it all-"I love you, but I am not in love with you anymore."

I looked at him in shock, my mind a whirlwind of emotions and questions. We were at the astronomy tower where Draco had called me to have a talk. I thought it would be our regular stargazing sessions where we ended up gazing at each other, however, little did I know, it was going to lead to something which wouldn't let us even look at each other anymore.

"Y/N, say something", he said, making me snap out of my thoughts. I looked at his pleading and tear-welled eyes, still not able to comprehend anything.

Then, out of nowhere, I spoke the one question that had been bugging my mind since that day, the day when they met, "Its Astoria, isn't it?" My question seemed to take him by surprise and for a moment I thought maybe I was wrong, until I saw the guilt settle in his eyes.

"Y/N, please believe me, nothing happened between me and her. Never in a million years would I even think of cheating on you. You are the perfect woman anyone could ever ask for, I-", I cut him off, my voice a breathy whisper.

"If I was so perfect, why did you even think about it? Was I not enough, Draco?". The droplets of grief and sadness had started making their way down my face.

"You are enough, Y/N, more than enough, so don't you even dare think for even a fraction of a second that it was your fault.", his voice wavered.

I couldn't hold it in anymore. "Then why? Why, Draco? Where did I go wrong? What is it that she has that I don't?"

He tried to reach for me but I took a step back. I didn't need him touching me. His face fell and the the tears finally started flowing down his eyes. Even in this situation, it broke my heart to see him cry. He looked down and closed his eyes, trying to get a hold of himself.

"I-I guess the flame doesn't burn anymore", he exhaled.

My breath hitched for a second, before I let out a breathy chuckle which seemed to surprise Draco. "I think I knew this was coming, deep down somewhere. I saw the way you looked at Astoria the first time you met her, like she was magnificent. But, I always pushed that feeling away. You know why, Draco? Because I trusted you, I trusted you my with life but I guess I was wrong, so so wrong.", The silent tears had turned into sobs, both his and mine.

"I am sorry, Y/N, so fucking sorry. I never meant for her to affect-", I cut him off yet again by shaking my head, speaking between my sobs.

"You are not sorry, Draco. You are not one bit sorry for liking her, you're only sorry because we are ending and honestly, I don't trust you enough now to know that you are sorry in the first place." I can tell the words struck Draco right in his heart and I almost apologized. He opened his mouth to say something but I didn't let him. I couldn't handle anymore of it.

"Leave", I whispered. "I need some time alone". He began to protest but I held my hand up and looked at him. "Please." I guess he could tell by my expression that I couldn't stand looking at him anymore, hence, he nodded and headed down the stairs.

flashback ends

As much as I wished to forget it, I still vividly remember the following weeks. Endless nights of crying in my bed, wondering where I went wrong. Endless days of looking in the mirror wondering if I wasn't pretty enough. Endless questions that rotated in my mind like a tornado. How I spent days, weeks, months even, wondering what would have happened if she hadn't been there, if things went differently. I still wonder what would happen if that night never happened. Would it be me instead of Astoria at the altar?

Suddenly, as if remembering the ceremony, all the voices started coming back in. I watched as the priest asked him that one question, "Do you, Draco Malfoy, take Astoria Greengrass to be your lawfully wedded wife, to stand with her in good times and bad, in sickness and in health, to love and honor her in all days of your life?"

Silver eyes meet mine and the world ceases to exist. I give him a small smile and a nod. He smiles back and looks at his witch, "I do." Tears start welling up again, and I try my best to not let them flow. Tears are a mere tool that indicates a person is grieving, however, it fails to tell you how much the person is grieving. I can't begin to even fathom the load that rests in my heart, yet, I can do nothing but deal with it.

The priest then turns to Astoria, "Do you, Astoria Greengrass , take Draco Malfoy to be your lawfully wedded husband, to stand with him in good times and bad, in sickness and in health, to love and honor him in all days of your life?". She doesn't spend a moment to answer," I do".

"By the power vested in me by the god, I hereby pronounce you man and wife. You may now kiss the bride."

It takes years to build something, but it only takes one moment to ruin it. This time, it was the walls that I had made which took 6 years to build and the image of Draco kissing his wife to crumble it down. All the pain, the sadness, the heartbreak, the feelings I tried to numb came crashing down, the only evidence being the tears which descended down like a river. I closed my eyes in order to stop them, but to no avail. I needed to get out of here.

third person pov

She made her way out, thinking no one would notice as she was standing at the very back. Oh how she was wrong.

She went out in the gardens, needing fresh air. She looked around, hoping no one would be there to see her in this miserable state before she completely broke down. She held onto the fence for support as she sobbed and sobbed, that was until she heard footsteps. She stopped crying altogether.

"Y/N.", she could recognise the voice anywhere. How could she not?

"Draco", she breathed while hastily wiping off her tears before turning around and giving him a fake smile, which he could see right through.

"Are you alright?", he ran a hand through his hair.

She chuckled and said ,"I guess?"

He took a deep breath and took ahold of her hand. They had become good friends eventually after the breakup. Even before their relationship, they had been in each others life for so long that the thought of not being there didn't sit well for both of them. He then began, "You were the first person who I ever felt anything for."

Before he could continue, Y/N shook her head and cut him off. She did not need this today, or ever for that matter, "Draco, stop.", her voice a whisper.

"You were there for me at all steps of my life", Y/N looked at their joint hands and tried to make him stop once more, "Draco-", to only be cut off.

"No, look at me", and so she did and then he began again.

"You were there for me in my best times and worst. You were there for me when I got the dark mark, when I was sick, heck, you were there for me even after I betrayed you! You took my broken self and made me a better version of myself, and I will always be grateful for that, even after my death. And most of all, I will be grateful because you chose to love me even at my lowest point, even after we ended things. You were there to hold me and make me stand on my feet even after the breakup. You could have simply walked away after what I did, but you chose to stay, and for that, I don't know how to thank you.", he took another deep breath before continuing, "You were my first everything, Y/N. My first kiss, first one to see me, the real me, and the first one to explore me in ways no one had ever before. You were my first love. You made me what I am today. You were the first person I ever fell in love with. A-and I think I'll always be a little in love with you no matter how much I try. There's a part of my soul that will always be yours. I knew this from the day we met, I will love you till the day I die, I will love you for an eternity and more and I wouldn't want it any other way. You are a part of me and always will be, whether you like it or not.", neither him nor Y/N realised what a teary mess they were by now.

"I think a part of me will always belong to you too, Draco. You were my everything, and even though we broke up, you will still remain a little something in my heart, no matter how much I try to suppress it or numb the feeling. And I guess this is our closure, the one we never got and never knew that we needed.", Y/N managed to choke out.

Draco just nodded and wrapped his arms around her, her head resting on his chest, right next to his thumping heart. He kissed her head and tightened his arms around her, trying to shush her sobbing self. "Y/N, as much as I enjoy this hug, you are ruining my shirt.", he joked, trying to lighten the mood, which only earned him a slap on the chest, which he sadly chuckled to. As much as he hated seeing her cry, he didn't tell her to stop. He knew she needed this, to let out the emotions and hence he patiently stood there, holding her.

After sometime, she calmed down and broke apart from his arms before looking at him and taking a deep breath. "We should go in there now", she nodded towards the gate.

He nodded and gave her a little smile which she returned with a genuine, sweet one. This in turn made Draco smile larger. Both of them then walked inside again, their hearts lighter and smiles bigger.

One thing both of them learnt is no matter how much you want it, some stories just don't end the way you want them to. That no matter how much you desire something, it doesn't always happen. Y/N wished upon the starts that Draco and her end up together. Draco wished he would've never fallen for another. But wishing is praying for something to not happen that you don't want to happen. The stars she wished upon had no choice but to kneel before destiny. And as much as Draco didn't want it to happen, his fears did come true and he ended up betraying Y/N. They may blame themselves all the want, but it wasn't their fault. They didn't want it to happen, but it did however. And that's the part of life. You just have to accept it and move forward because you don't always get your way. That's what makes living hard. What they had was beautiful, and what they never had was even more tempting, but even things as good as their love had to end because it just wasn't there in their stars.

Healing is a part of moving on. Some people like Draco do it faster than others, however, a part of them never moved on from each other, never healed, and honestly, they didn't want it to for they were a part of each others existence.

As for Astoria, she knew a portion of Draco's heart will always belong to Y/N.

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[randoimago]

Hi there! Happy holidays! Could you please do headcanons on the friends to lovers prompt “hang-outs that start to feel more and more like dates” with Lorenz, Claude, Annette and Ferdinand and a reader-turned-S/O? Thank you so much!

Fandom: Fire Emblem: Three Houses

Character(s): Claude, Annettte, Ferdinand, Lorenz

Note(s): These are such cute prompts, I'll happily write these!

Annette

It started with study dates and you two being paired together to clean the classroom or other parts of the academy. She'd always be sure to happily talk with you about this and that too.

And then she'd start to notice more things about you, remembering little details you mentioned before. Can't help but buy you a gift at the market at some point because you're good friends.

Then her clumsiness gets her in trouble. She's trying to clean a shelf when the contents of it start falling, but you're there to shield her. You're very close together and she notices more about you before realizes that "Oh, I like you as more than a friend."

Claude

He originally asked you to help him in the market. He noticed some of the moral not being the greatest so a trip to the market to get some trinkets and food would help things along. And he figured that he could also improve your mood while he was at it by having this outing.

Claude noticed that things seemed to go rather well when he had you around that first time so he asks you to join him for other things. Walks around the monastery, more market visits, trips to the library, things like that. He did notice the growing chemistry between you both and it intrigued him.

He slowly tries to do different things with the more outings you go on. He holds your hand if there are large crowds "so you don't get swept away", he holds doors open for you "because he's such a gentleman", he gets you more gifts like flowers and such... he doesn't really have an excuse ready for that.

Ferdinand

It started with Ferdinand wanting to show you that he's much better than Edelgard. Even if you preferred him to her originally, he still feels like he has something to prove. So he asks you to hang out with him, watch him spar (maybe join him too), study with him, just various things like that.

He doesn't realize that he tries to show off for you. Before it was mostly him showing off to prove himself. But now he's trying to show off to get a positive reaction from you. He wants to see your smiles, even if they're from laughing at him because he tripped or something embarrassing like that.

Now he starts asking you to join him to the market or to walk around the less busy areas of the academy together. Places that don't seem like they'd be super romantic, but where it will be the two of you together. Will get you something sweet or a little gift. As thanks for hanging out with him all the time, of course.

Lorenz

He always invites his classmates to tea so he can secretly (or bluntly) judge them under the pretense that he's giving "helpful" advice. And he has invited you to these tea sessions quite a bit.

It's just the two of you talking about schooling and the various nobility. Lorenz also does his judging of pointing out that you'd look nicer with some accessories or things like that. But as time goes on, he starts to notice other things.

One tea session, Lorenz mentioned a necklace looking nice on you. The next session, he got you a necklace. And then instead of his "judging", he starts to point out the shade of your eyes or how your hair is styled. His tone of voice does come across as a bit snobby, but he really does mean the compliments as he's realizing a lot more about you than he thought he would when these sessions started.

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[9w1ft]

I liked your answer about bearding and the 4th wall and finding another guiding light.

I think part of the problem for people is that she is not doing what people want her to do and that makes people frustrated. What most people don’t understand is that part of the parasocial nature of celebrity worship means that the fan feels a such a connection with the celebrity that, mentally and emotionally, it puts part of the celebrity inside the fan. The celebrity’s public actions or experiences feel like they are happening to the fan, not just to the celebrity. The result is that if the celebrity does something the fan sees as bad, the fan feels like they themselves did something bad. Which feels bad. But it’s something they have no control over to change, because it’s not them doing it. That lack of control causes people to lash out. It is the same if someone attacks their celebrity, they feel like they themselves have been attacked and then they lash out at the attackers while feeling things like embarrassment, hurt, sadness, and anger. All unpleasant feelings.

Additionally, people are not shy about making theories that she is going to what they want her to do. Fans post all day long on social media about what her Easter eggs and hints and lyrics are pointing at, and then when she doesn’t do the predicted things, after the fan has stated online to the world that this is what she will do, they then feel like she purposefully did things without their feelings in mind, people might make fun of them for being wrong, and again they don’t have any control of it, but they feel like they should, because of the parasocialism.

The only way out of these feelings is to do whatever you can to minimize the parasocialism and accept that you have no control over anything she does and that it is not personal. For some people that will require them to unstan their celebrity and redirect their attentions to things that don’t give them these unpleasant feelings. Which is very hard to do when you are very invested.

You often advocate on your blog that if Taylor’s actions are making people feel bad, it is up to them to take a break or move on. Thank you for that!

yes thank you and i do agree, and i think it has become even more pronounced in the past ten or so years with the advent of social media. the phenomenon that when you stan someone, they become almost an extension of the self.

add into this the fact that so many young people cultivate a sense of self worth from their online presence, in an environment where feedback is instant and happens on a mass scale.

we used to talk about this a lot on here back in lover/folklore era, when people started talking more about gaylor swift on twitter or instagram and then tiktok. particularly with tiktok, there was this this HUGE surge of people talking about gaylor with their own face, using their real names, with backgrounds showing all of these place markers— university flags and sweatshirts, indications of the terrain from windows, talking about where they’re from even. and it just floored me. because for years on tumblr, that kind of gravitas was displayed only by swifties begging for a taylor like, reblog, follow, concert meet and greet, or secret session invite, etcetera. people poured out their life stories. and suddenly you had people talking about Gaylorism with their whole chests, for the world to see.

so it’s not just historical parasocialism, but it’s also colored by the stakes that people have created for themselves. i understand the thought process behind why people get mad when taylor doesn’t be gay the way that they want her to, or if she does stuff that “throws gaylors under the bus” — because these kids have their lives on the line. they have made themselves easy to bully and doxx, they have almost, in a way, made their amassing followers and allies as this sort of.. metric? by which their social lives can be affected. if taylor does something that is not an extension of their values, they risk losing all of their friends if they don’t react to it in the right way. and letting go of special interests and communities is easier said than done, it is traumatic, i think, and hard to grieve because of how intangible it all is. so i think that it’s important to look out for ourselves and one another because at the end of the day, it’s all we can control.

i’m not sure i can articulate it but… it’s just so different than when i was in school or when i was younger.

i think it’s much easier to have a clear mind when you’re an anonymous person on the internet. even then, power struggles happen or people get stuck in the trappings of parasocialism as you say, and despite being anonymous are unable to remove themselves from taylor’s life choices. and i think it’s possible to harbor a little parasocial relationship with taylor (and karlie. hi karlie!!) in your heart and still have it be healthy. you’ve just gotta acknowledge the barriers and road signs around you, i think. and just try to be aware of the fact that you’re not like, in the decision room with her. if you really believe and think this community is for her and important to her, i think that, in her absence, or inability to be unequivocally present, that it’s our responsibility to shoulder the upkeep of this planet for her. keep things tidy and running and worthwhile. if taylor’s dreams do suggest that on this planet only the gentle survive, maybe it’s a hint that she would hope we be gentle. idk. just a thought.

[dilemmaontwolegs]

Running from the Flames {13}

Pairing: Pierre Gasly x OFC Warnings: 18+ only, fluff - this is a work of fiction and the events are not based on reality. Chapter: One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six || Seven || Eight || Nine || Ten || Eleven* || Twelve || Thirteen || Fourteen || under construction

While the rest of Alpine were hard at work trying to fix the issues on Pierre’s car, there was nothing more he could do until the final practice session in the morning. They weren’t expecting to finish anytime soon so Otmar had to make the call to cancel the team dinner and instead ordered catering to be delivered straight to the pit. 

“You guys can head off if you want,” Otmar offered after getting off the phone with Sergio’s Pizzeria, which had won the vote from the team. “No point in boring Addie by hanging around here.”

Addie was hardly bored, she had happily sat at a table with my phone watching Frozen and was oblivious to the action around her, but it would be good to get her out of the busy pit. 

“Dad was going to come to the team dinner but should we invite him out instead?” I asked Pierre as he came back to my side after going off to chat with Charles a few minutes ago. 

He nodded but nervously scratched his beard. “Let’s hope I make a better impression.”

I pulled his hand away from his face and combed the wayward hairs of his beard flat again before helping myself to a quick kiss. “He was impressed with your interview today. I’m not sure if he was expecting you to throw hands with Lewis after that photo went viral.”

Pierre chuckled and wrapped his arms around my waist. “I’m a lover not a fighter, plus, I trust you. I know how close you are to the OG’s.” 

“The OG’s?” I laughed. 

“That’s what we call the drivers that have been around forever, not to their face of course.”

“Lewis would probably embrace it, the others not so much. Should we go?”

“In a few minutes, Elsa’s about to save Anna.” I cocked an eyebrow at his knowledge of the film and he sent me a charming smile back. “What? I can’t enjoy a Disney movie too?”

“You won’t by the time she’s made you rewatch them twenty million times.” I pulled out of his embrace and went to pick up the colouring books and crayons Addie had finished with but a hiss of pain slipped through my gritted teeth. A strong arm curled around my waist and took the weight off my leg that had gone stiff while standing still for too long.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Pierre asked as he scooped me up into his arms and carried me to the table where Addie was waiting. He lowered me gently into the seat beside her before packing up the backpack I had brought with things to entertain her. He swung the bag over his shoulders and bent down to pick me up again but I shook my head.

“I’m fine, I just need a couple of ibuprofen,” I assured him but it was just as dad walked in and he frowned down at us. 

“What’s wrong?”

“Your daughter is being stubborn,” Pierre said as he ran his hand through his hair, tugging the strands in frustration. 

“He’s just over reacting,” I corrected and tried to prove my point by standing up but the joint wouldn’t shift and I fell back into the seat. 

“Stubborn woman,” Pierre muttered as he ignored my narrowed eyes and lifted me in his arms. 

“Bri, if your leg is hurting you need to keep off of it, you know this.”

I crossed my arms but then thought better of it and draped them around Pierre’s neck in case he dropped me. “If you haven’t noticed, but I have a toddler, I can’t exactly go and put my feet up with a cuppa.”

Dad sighed and I figured he was remembering what I was like at that age. God knows what sort of trouble I would have got into if there wasn’t someone chasing after me. “How about I take Addie for the night? You can rest up and hopefully it’ll be better in the morning.”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course,” he huffed like he was offended, “I love spending time with my favourite granddaughter. I’ll go bring the golf cart around, Pierre, Otmar wouldn’t be happy if you put out your back before the race.”

“It’s no trouble for me, sir,” he said, looking effortless as he carried me to the back exit so the main garage didn’t see the fuss. “Can you pass mama her phone, princesse?” 

Pierre had noticed the movie had finished and she handed it up to me so I could slip it in my pocket. It wouldn’t be the first time she had fallen with it and smashed the screen and I didn’t really want that inconvenience again. 

“Are you hurting again?” she asked innocently but I felt Pierre’s eyes narrowing on me again.

“Just a little bit, babygirl, but Grandad’s going to take you to his hotel for the night for a sleepover and when you see me tomorrow I’ll be all better okay?”

She bounced excitedly around us and completely forgot about my pain and I was grateful to have dad there. It was my job to worry about her but I didn’t like it when it was the other way around and staying with grandad would be a good distraction for her.

We reached the FIA golf cart that the officials used to ride around the paddock and Pierre climbed in the back with me on his lap while dad and Addie rode up front. Dad took it slow and I rolled my eyes before telling him to hurry up, something he promptly ignored.

“He’s got precious cargo onboard,” Pierre whispered in my ear.

His words reminded me that I still hadn’t given him his gift and I reached into my handbag for the box, offering it to him with a smile. He carefully shifted me so he could still hold me and undo the wrapping paper and ribbon. 

The box creaked open and his lips parted with a sharp breath as he ran his thumb over the simplistic yet delicate design. His throat bobbed with a deep swallow and he looked like he was going to say something before the words failed and he dipped his head to mine, putting all those lost words into something I understood. 

“Merci, mon ange,” he murmured against my lips. 

“You’re very welcome.”

“I know you are both adults but that’s still my daughter,” Dad growled from the front and we pulled apart with a laugh. Well, I laughed, Pierre’s ears turned pink and he looked everywhere but forward to where my dad was glaring daggers in the rearview mirror.

“Sorry, sir.”

“You have nothing to apologise for,” I reminded him quietly as I unclasped the necklace and placed it around his neck. “You’re just feeding his ego. I’m pretty sure it’s in the FIA job description.”

“If I saw my daughter kissing some guy I wouldn’t be happy.”

“You’re not just ‘some guy’, so he will have to eventually get used to it.”

The cart pulled up to the parking lot that was reserved for the teams and Pierre gave him the directions to his Audi. When dad parked in front of the SUV he turned in his seat and stared at Pierre. “I’m glad to see you aren’t driving my girls around in a tin can and you seem to be taking care of them but I’ll be keeping my eye on you.”

“Jesus, dad, you’re not in the mafia, chill out.”

Dad shook his head. “I took my eye off you once and I nearly lost you, sweetheart, I’m not going to let that happen again.”

“Damien,” Pierre addressed him directly and returned the intense eye contact that was directed at him, “I would never hurt Brianna or Adelaide. I care for them both very much.”

Dad nodded and turned off the cart so he could unbuckle Addie before holding his hand out to shake Pierre’s. “You keep them safe and we will get along perfectly.”

Pierre gripped his hand and they shook on the deal before climbing out of the cart and putting me in the front passenger seat of the Audi. Dad strapped Addie into her car seat after checking it was installed correctly and I saw another look of appreciation hidden in his hazel eyes. 

“I’ll come pick you soon, little bug, and don’t forget to pack your snuggly.”

He closed the door and gave us a wave before taking the golf cart back where it belonged. As soon as he was moving away I turned and grinned at Pierre. 

“What?” he asked, becoming self conscious as my smile only widened.

“He likes you!” I took his hand in mine and kissed his knuckles. “You were so worried about making a better impression, all you had to do was sweep me off my feet.”

“Somehow I don’t think that’s what it was. You really think he likes me?”

“I do, and he's probably on the phone to mum right now telling her all about it. She’ll want to meet you and that will be like a cross examination.” 

Pierre’s eyes widened and he looked at me. “What?” 

“I’m kidding, babe.”

“Thank god,” he breathed a sigh of relief and ran his hand over my thigh. “How are you feeling?”

“It’s fine when I’m not standing on it. It’s really strange, normally it only gets sore when it’s cold or the weather is about to turn.” I looked out the window to see the sky was still a vivid blue though the sun was reaching for the horizon. “I can’t see any rain clouds.”

“Nothing’s come up in the rain radar, or we would have been testing for wet tyres. Maybe it’s just overuse?”

“Too much activity in the bedroom?” I offered with a wink. “Maybe we should take a break?”

“No,” he replied rather quickly, “that is the perfect amount of activity. I mean we did a lot of walking in Narbonne and Marseille.”

“Maybe…” I wasn’t convinced but at this point I didn’t care why it was hurting, I just wanted to know how to make it better.

Click here for chapter fourteen.

Tagging: @anotheroneiforgot @my-only-way-tocooperatewithlife

[tetsunabouquet]

If it's okay could I please ask for a yandere Senri shiki with kianna komori

But how would he be in a relationship with her like sfw and NSFW

Also I apologize my phone and Tumblr doesn't let me do links so the reblogs are the most I could do

I'm so sorry

Senri Shiki X Kianna Komori: Arranged Marriage Headcanon

-Kaname who wanted to make an alliance with his longtime enemy, the Sakamaki clan after the biggest threats in the family had been eliminated by Subaru, decided to propose a marriage between Kianna and his cousin. Both weren't purebloods but members of the family nonetheless, it was an ideal Union on paper to every member of the vampire society if asked. -Whilst Subaru was hesitant to let Kianna go through with this even after she agreed, he eased up when meeting Senri and thanked every deity he could think of that Senri wasn't needlessly cruel like his father was. -Senri was relieved to discover his betrothed was someone likable. Kianna wasn't like the typical Sakamakis and neither was she someone he found annoying. He immediately asked her for her number so they could get to know each other as this was the point in time that Rido was also killed and the Night Class had been disbanded, and he was honestly rather busy as so much fashion agency clients came crawling out of the woodworks now his schedule had been freed from classes. -Unbeknownst to Kianna, he had her followed by one of his servants to make sure she would never be in danger. -He introduced Kianna to his friends on one of his free days, and Rima quickly bonded with Kianna over their similar taste in fashion. She even gave Kianna a businness card of a brand that makes her favorite lolita umbrellas and told Kianna she could obtain a freebie if she dropped Rima's name to the designer as he often gives Rima free umbrellas. -He was secretly rather grateful he had fallen out with Takuma at this point, because he could not stand the idea of him and Kianna getting along. -When the Night Class was reinstalled, Senri invited Kianna to come attend the school with him, where he could monitor her every move himself. -Rima became Kianna's roommate and was there for her whenever she needed any advice or felt unsure how to voice her feelings. She really guided Kianna and Senri and honestly felt like a mom watching her cute ducklings fawn over each other. -Subaru and Yui were quite grateful for Rima. -As a teenage boy, he could not restrain himself from the occasional heated make-out sessions, Rima was always so courteous to leave the room whenever her gut told her Kianna and Senri were about to kiss. -As everyone got older, Kianna, Yuki, Rima and Yui would often hang out for a girl's night or a spa. Occasionally, Ruka and Yori would join in too. Senri tolerated this, because at least Kianna wasn't hanging out with any men. -Senri treated the honeymoon night with the same tenderness as their first time. -On the subject of children, Senri left the decision up to Kianna, saying he didn't really care for producing an heir if she didn't wanted children. He didn't mind having her all alone to himself. -Whilst animals generally don't like vampires unless they have an affinity for an animal type, there was a vampire scientist who bred cats that liked vampires as much as they did humans. Senri managed to acquire one for Kianna, as they are both cat lovers. -Senri loves the peace he has been able to find with Kianna and is grateful for it every day. He would gladly murder anyone getting in the way of his relaxing days with Kianna. Just the mere thought makes him want to drink her blood and mark Kianna with his bite.

[saintgoths]

ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴏʀᴇɪɢɴ ʜᴇɪʀᴇꜱꜱ

AH JIU X VAMPIRE!READER - THE FOREIGN HEIRESS.

PART TWO OF THE ARCHFIEND.

WORD COUNT - 5,418.

RATING - 18+. [sexual intercourse and drug use].

SUMMARY - as time passes with you and ah jiu, you mysteriously get sent an anonymous letter that invites you to a private club of vampires, eager to accept the invite you meet with a vampire who critiques your behaviour to your affair lover.

requests are still open!

Ever after the night you had shared with Ah Jiu, the two of you had considerably taken each other for not necessarily romantic lovers but as beings who could fulfil each other’s sensual needs when requested, Ah Jiu never thought he’d be taken by someone as vastly as he was taken by you, he had desired to have you with him as much as he could, to release every pent-up stress that had assembled and fabricated throughout the many years he had been living.

It was as if you were his fuck-doll, he had ravished you in almost all places in your palace and currently he had your face pressed down against of your pillows as he had tilled and plowed you from behind, you hadn’t speculated that you could moan as loud as you did presently, and you were glad the pillows your face was squished against had muffled your cries.

The moment he was finished with you and had commenced you to orgasm plentiful of times, the second you had felt his warmth leave your body you had slowly lifted your head away from the fabric and looked at the window that was near your cot; it was early after-noon and lunch was most likely being prepared for the both of you, with the corner of your eyes you could see Ah Jiu ready himself and straighten the robe he had currently worn, he had given you a quick glance, briskly noted how you sat on the edge of your bed, in deep though.

“You should’ve told me you were a sex addict,” you briefly joked during the moment you had pushed yourself from the edge of your bed, he had smiled at your tiredness and short humour.

“Didn’t want to run you off,” he signed and humoured, you raised the both of your eyebrows, your feet gently dragged against the floor as you advanced to your mirror.

“There’s nothing about you that could run me off,” you replied fore you cringed at the sight of your appearance.

He had much so ravaged your appearance to the point you had looked like a fool, though, you couldn’t complain, you were completely fine with it when he had pulled on your hair, nibbled on your skin and had done other plentiful actions during the moment he had fucked you. You would be stupid to think you would look as clean as you did before your session.

You were greeted by Mei Lin and Jia the second you had entered the room you had usually dined in; you had caught the two conversing; the conversation had seemed a bit crucial and serious but you hadn’t been in the state of mind to ask them what had been going on. You’d rather after you ate; you had watched Mei Lin greet Ah Jiu who had kindly replied to her welcome before he sat down on his usual seat.

“The both of you can join us for dinner,” you kindly offered, and while the last servants from the kitchen placed the final bits of the food and drinks on top of the wooden table, both Jia and Mei Lin stared the food, Mei Lin had already eaten and Jia hadn’t consumed anything since the moment she had woken up.

She hadn’t seen you eat or drink anything for breakfast and she normally felt good whenever she had seen you eat, she had a habit of not picking up any supplements before you did, it was a manner you had urged her to stop taking part of. “I’ve already eaten,” Mei Lin graciously replied after Jia happily agreed to the invite, you had then watched her make way out of the room whilst Jia accompanied both you and Ah Jiu to eat.

“I have a letter for you,” Jia informed before she turned to where she had previously placed the letter, she had discussed Mei Lin with, the letter was small but anonymous, intrigued you had immediately opened it and noticed that the object had already been tampered with.

“Have you already read it?” You wouldn’t have been mad if she did, but you had wondered how suspicious Jia was of the letter for her to read it before she had given it to you.

Stricken guilty, Jia had fiddled with her fingers in response to your inquiry. “I only read the first sentence; I hope you don’t take offence.”

“It’s fine,” you muttered and you had then pushed yourself to read what had involved in the letter, easily engaged with the information that had been provided to you, you had sat up, surprised that it had been an invitation by a secret circle of people that call themselves the Jiāngshī, you had thought it was stereotypical to chiefly call themselves the Vampires in Chinese Mandarin but it had seemed like those outside the circle hadn’t known of them, so you hadn’t thought too much of it.

You had shared a look with Jia who had appeared unsure of the invitation, though, you had wanted to go, to meet people like you, it’s been a long time since you had been surrounded by people who were the same species as you, it had made you eager to join the Jiāngshī, howbeit, you hadn’t thought you would necessarily join their association, perhaps, you would be a renowned guest that would swing by from time to time.

Thus, the thought had excited you, “it’s tonight, I’m going to go.”

“Prepare me a dress for it, I’m eager to go,” you smiled as you returned to dig into your food, but you couldn’t shake off the worried energy Jia directed towards the situation, with the small bowl in your hand and cutlery in your other, you twisted your gaze towards her direction and slightly huffed, “what’s wrong?”

“What if it’s a set up?” Jia asked, her eyes slightly wide in apprehension which had made you lightly scoff at her distress. “I should at least come.”

It wasn’t as if Jia could protect you, but you had speculated that it would be best to have your Lady join your trip to have her woe grow less. “Fine,” you replied, you had doubted it was a set up, but you agreeing for her to join you had successfully made her less uneasy.

You had not realised the impertinent expression Ah Jiu had on his face, moreover, you hadn’t thought the man would be interested to join your trip to visit the Jiāgnshī circle, but you had remembered that he was very peering when he found out you were a Vampire. Augmented, the days after you had revealed your supernatural characteristic to him, he had watched your Archfiend lifestyle very closely, he had observed how much you drank blood, how your fangs would sometimes appear whenever you smelt claret or perceived danger.

He had been interested with how fast, agile and durable you were, your senses seemed to be more enhanced than his and he had recorded how you were seemingly stronger than him. It wasn’t as if he couldn’t keep up in a fight with you, there had been moments when the two of you would playfight, and Ah Jiu would successfully block and avoid the sneaky hits you would comically target him, on the other hand, there’d been moments when you’d achieve a blow that would surprise him. Mayhap it was your speed that helped your courage.

The moment you had directed your vision to him he quickly signed to ask you had what had been going on, and you were surprised to realise you had completely forgotten he was a part of the scenario. “I’ve been invited to an undercover Vampire party.”

“And you’re going?” He signed, eyebrows furrowed, he seemed to have the same thought as Jia who had felt better in relations to the point that someone had mutually joint her worry.

“Yeah,” you replied, you had not been in the temperament to argue with both Jia and Ah Jiu about the invitation so you had immediately looked down at your food and resumed to eat your lunch.

Howbeit, you had been able to see the quick action he had performed with his hand. “Let me come with you.”

“No, your scent is too strong for you to come with me,” you sternly replied, “it almost takes me my entire strength to not dig my fangs into your neck,” you offhandedly explained, “now imagine being in a room of people like me.”

You had a good cogency to his small argument, but he had been adamant to give up his appeal. He looked at Jia who hadn’t touched her food then redirected his gaze towards you. “Yet, you’re willing to put Jia in that place?”

You and Jia had exchanged looks with each other, he had been correct, between him and Jia, Ah Jiu was the Supernatural one and had a better chance of fighting off any of the Archfiend if the invitation was a set up.

“I drink verbena tea once a week, so my blood would taste bad for them, if you drink it your body is most likely going to fight off it because you’re supernatural and it works as a poison for those who are not Human,” Jia kindly explained and in response, Ah Jiu nodded his head, he was a gardener, he knew exactly what verbena was, it was a plant that was also known as vervain. Very lethal for majority of people who were metaphysical.

Conscious, Ah Jiu nodded his head and resumed to eat his food, he had known verbena was lethal for supernaturals and he evoked of the scrolls and novels he had read about Vampires recently, and recalled that the plant was utmost lethal for Vampires compared to every other metaphysical beings.

He had watched you get ready; he had also watched the way Jia had tightened your corset around your waist, the way your chest had pressed together and sat highly; you had perceived yourself in the large mirror sat in front of; Jia, concentrated had tied the laces and strings of your bodice, fixed and vehement, she had eventually pulled away from your body with a huge gleam on her face.

“Perfect,” she lightly muttered, hands widely spready away from each other, she watched you inspect yourself in the reflective glass.

Content with Jia’s work, you had turned to Ah Jiu who had distracted himself by looking out the window that faced the garden, normally, he would’ve been outside with nature, but it had seemed like this situation had pulled him to stay with you. “Ah Jiu, how do you think I look?” You lightly questioned, you moved yourself forward towards the man who had sat himself down on your bed, he quickly snatched himself from the gaze outside of your window and looked at you.

With a small smile, he silently responded to you, his cramped gleam a puny response to your question. Truthfully, you had believed that he genuinely found your outfit pretty, but there was a sadness to him you couldn’t help but remark.

You were keen, you understood why Ah Jiu must’ve been doleful, and reluctantly, you crouched down to his sat position, your hands on his broad shoulders and thumbs rotating in circular motion. “Ah Jiu, I promise you that I’ll give you one hell of a ride when I come back.”

“I’m still here,” Jia coughed and you couldn’t hold back onto your laughter, you had removed your fingers off Ah Jiu’s shoulders who had felt a tiny bit appeased of your promise.

You had at once returned to the mirror to look at yourself once more, if you were being candid to yourself, you had always been obsessed with your features, and the gown Jia had dressed you in for the upcoming place of activity had made your appearance glow. She had dressed you in a pale blue corset round gown, your hair had been curled with tongs that had been heated with flames and Jia had carefully made sure to section your hair into a length of curl-paper to prevent your hair from burning.

Jia had been happy with her outcome and had remarked that she wished there was a painter to create a piece of how you looked right now. Afar from that, you had hastily bid Ah Jiu a goodbye and made way to the carriage that had waited for you outside your palace.

During the ride to the destination, the empyrean had briskly turned dim, it had felt odd, there had been less people outside than usual which you had found compelling, hence the streets were usually buzzling with people.

“There’s less people than usual,” you commented, you had lightly stroked the knuckles of Jia’s hands that rested lightly against your lap. You had sometimes left your palace during the night, but usually it was Jia who liked to roam the streets during nightfall.

“It usually gets less crowded within this time of the year,” Jia replied, her voice had been luminous but a part of the adjunct, when she had begun to be your Lady and had completed every night task for you, she had recorded that whenever the night would touch this time of the year, people would return home faster than usual, it didn’t take her long for her to realise why when she was once ambushed by an Archfiend she had been able to fight off with a wooden dagger you had offered her to have when she had learned and educated herself of what you are. “Vampires usually come out more this time of the year, they take people and rinse them of their blood, howbeit, they do it covertly in way that people can’t surely say it’s the Archfiend species, still, people had noticed the numerous of bodies that would disappear when this date arrived.”

Stupefied, you had tilted your head slightly back as you processed what Jia had abreast you. “How do you know this?” You curiously inquired, you had fully turned to look at Jia who had trained her eyes to what was in front of her, she had been hesitant to tell you she had once been attack by one of your species, but she had understood that the truth would come out either way.

“There was a night you had asked me to fetch a body for you, I was attacked by a man, a Vampire, I was able to fight him off, but after that, I had quickly understood why people don’t come outside their home whenever this date would come upon us.”

With your eyebrows furrowed, you had gently gripped Jia’s hand, bothered that she hadn’t told you the event when she returned to the palace. “Why didn’t you tell me Jia?” You softly questioned, your eyes soft but tormented that your Lady was close to death once and did not take the dynamism to apprise you of what had happened.

“I know how you are with me,” Jia touted, she had turned her sight towards you, her eyes knowing and capsized that she had brought a blue emotion within the carriage. “And I want to carry out tasks for you and if you knew what almost happened to me, you would’ve restricted me from acting on more of them.”

“Of course, I would’ve, I care for you and I wouldn’t want you back out in a place where you could’ve ceased to exist!”

“I’m your Lady, [Y/N], so I will do my duties, even if it means I have to encounter Vampires!”

Bothered, you had furrowed your eyebrows, you had then tasted distaste in your mouth as you had silently cursed Jia for being so stubborn. “The moment I learned you were a Vampire, I understood that there’ll be many life-threatening days and you cannot stop that, unless you change me into an Archfiend.”

Quickly, you snapped your head away from Jia, evidently against her idea. “You will not become what I am.”

“Why, do you hate yourself?”

Stupefied, you had cocked your head towards Jia, surprised she had come to that conclusion. “Definitely not!!

“Then how comes you’re against me being like you?”

“Because the life style is draining! Having to continuously move because you don’t age and having to repeatedly feed on blood so your veins don’t burn themselves, I don’t want to bring that upon you, Jia, remain a Human so you can live a simple life.”

Your voice had been stern enough for Jia to comprehend that she couldn’t argue with you anymore, her shoulders had fluttered downwards, mutely defeated, she had gently let go of your hands and brought her paws to her lap as the carriage had transitioned into a strained silence. The only sound that was emitted was the large wheels of the transport vehicle wheeling against the stony floors, the soft neighs of the competent and disciplined horses. You had tucked your bottom lips behind your teeth, in dismal, but you had reminded yourself you could not be this way for too long as you had been going to a private event where people are expecting you to be in your best display.

Shortly, the carriage had stopped, and one of the men that had drove the carriage had stepped off the seat he had previously sat on, silently he had made way to the side of your door and carefully opened it, his smile gentle as he aided you out of the carriage, Jia had followed you behind, she hadn’t been in the air to speak, thus, she had to destruct her tense attitude for your sake, kindly, Jia had curtsied the driver who closed the door subsequently Jia had left the transportation machine.

By the same token, you had noticed how the sky had seemed darker than it had ever been, to boot, you had noticed the two Vampires guarding a sealed entrance. There had been a long dark red carpet that led to the door and you had followed it, with Jia’s arm in lock with yours, you had protectively pressed your Lady against you, but with your head held high in confidence, you had made way towards the men who automatically recognised you and allowed you in the building.

“Welcome to Jiāngshī.”

One of the men had also taken the initiative to guide you deeper into the building, the area had been tremendously drab and faint, your eyes were enhanced, so you had been able to see through the shaded area, but Jia, a Human, could barely sense what was around her aside from the bodies that danced under the pitchy lightness in relations to the live music that had played in the domicile.

Protectively, you had pressed Jia’s body against yours to silently hint that you were looking out for her. The deeper you had been led into the domicile, the number of candles had heightened, the area you were invited to had seemed dignitary and finally, the two of you had been able to see properly, chiefly Jia.

There had been a handful of Vampires who had noticed that Jia was a Human and deeply ogled at the two of you. Yet, out of respect, they held back, you had been one of the oldest Vampires, or even the oldest Vampire in the building, which had meant that you were faster and stronger than them in ways they wouldn’t understand, they couldn’t risk it.

“[Y/N]!”

The voice had echoed down from a spot slightly further than where you two had currently stood in, the man that had led you to the place had nodded his head towards your direction before he returned to his security duties, you had vocally thanked her ere you had sauntered to where the voice had come from.

When you had come closer to the sound, you were met with a woman who stood outside the room she was previously in. She was stunning and wore red lipstick, it had seemed like the same shade as the carpet that trailed to the entrance outside, however, the woman had seemed content that you had arrived and you had figured she must’ve been the owner of the private club thus, the person who had sent the invite.

“Jie Hua, welcome to Jiāngshī” she kindly introduced herself, “but, you can call me Jie, please follow me,” she gingerly requested, she had been quick to turn on her feet, her slender back facing yours, she had been wearing a black and red round dress that had tightly hugged her body, luckily, her Vampire breathing had helped her breathe through the outfit, she wore a black top-hat with a feather on top and before she turned around you had noticed her face was slightly veiled with a see-through fabric that helped you examine her face.

She had rebounded to the room she had previously been in before she had latched onto your scent and called out for you. The room was full of people having sex and drinking blood, lightly shocked, you had mutually shared a look with Jia that Jie Hua had caught on. She hadn’t been offended with the looks both you and Jia had been displayed, if she had been honest to herself, she was used to it.

“If it’s too uncomfortable for you, I can make them stop,” Jie Hua offered but as you had sat down you had waved your hand, it had stupefied you but it hadn’t made you uneasy, plus, you hadn’t thought their lust could compete with the sexual desire you shared with Ah Jiu.

“Only if they get too loud,” you mildly joked and in response, Jie Hua mutually laughed with Jia, it was easy for the three of you to find comfort within each other’s presence, during the duration you found the warmth the numerous of candles lit, even if you were a Vampire and it took you long to get cold or even feel discomforted by the bleak weather, being embraced by non-violent heat was always something you prized.

“Thank you for accepting my invite, I didn’t know when it would be the right time to invite the foreign heiress,” Jie Hua commented, shortly after her comment, she was passed on a cup filled with blood and had encouraged the maid to give you one as well, the maid had quickly discerned that Jia wasn’t a Vampire so after she had given you a cup of blood, she quickly went to fetch a substance that only involved wine. “Every Vampire knows of your story, we acknowledge how much of a strong-willed and brave Archfiend you are, you have our respect.”

You softly smiled as kickback, you had felt the small dent of Jia’s touch hastily move, you hadn’t told Jia of your story, your story had always discomforted you, even as many years passed, thinking about it caused you to become shrewd and distressed and Jia had easily been able to tell that even the mention of your past had caused you to become cramped. Even if she was curious to know what had happened in your antiquity, she’d be patient and allow you to take your time.

“You used to be the Old One’s plaything, how he used to lock you up and use you whenever he pleased,” Jie Hua spoke, truthfully, Jie Hua’s motives to remind you of your past had not been bitter and cruel, chiefly, she had just wanted you to realise what you had been doing. “You’re doing the exact same to the Tiger Spirit that lives in your palace.”

Aghast, your body had stiffened in return of Jie Hua’s criticism, you had speculated she had only invited you to critique your behaviour, but it was not like you could be chafed to what she had said, the woman was correct. You had behaved exactly the same as your abuser. “You have to let him go, [Y/N], Vampires and Tigers don’t go well together, it’ll end faulty.”

“Is this why you invited me?” Your voice croaked; your eyes intense but you had silently damned yourself for feeling tears prick up behind your eyes. “To give me warnings and to critique me?”

“No,” Jie Hua responded, “I invited you here so you can enjoy yourself, but I am also looking out for a fellow Vampire, and also having empathy for the Tiger that lives in your home.”

You had lightly hummed as an answer, with yourself slightly pulled back from Jia’s embrace, you had quickly felt insecure in this circumstance. Jia who had her lips pressed into a thin line looked at you with dismal, she could tell what Jie Hua had said to had made you feel dreadful, and Jie Hua noticed it as well, she hadn’t been regretful but had been apologetic to make you feel this way.

She had then stood up on what she had sat on and gestured for one of the maids to give you more blood. “I apologise for my straightforwardness,” she kindly atoned, you had gently glanced towards her way, your expression now blank as you had mushed the pitiful emotion back in your mind as you had accepted the blood offer. Though when you had taken the cup from the maid you had smelt something different in the liquid, your eyebrows perked upwards whilst your dark eyes darted towards the woman who sat opposite you.

“It’s Neto,” she introduced, “a drug specifically made for Vampires to get drugged.” She had then explained that the drug works like a numb, it makes you unaware but aware at the same time, your body will feel like it’s floating and you’d forget every bad thing that has happened to you. Her explanation had won you, chiefly in this circumstance you had wanted to feel comatose, the only thing that could make you feel drugged is when you overdose yourself with countless of Human blood.

You were quick to down the spiked drink, and as time passed you didn’t know how much substance you had taken in, but it had unsealed you to open up about your bond with Jia. She hadn’t only been a Lady to you but you had perceived her as your best friend, she had also taken some of the drugs that was offered by Jie Hua. You had told her she could take less than you due to the fact that it would pummel Jia’s system due to her being just Human.

She had respectfully listened to your directions, and took less than you had, but had still ended up being drunk and drugged by the wine and Neto. Moreover, once you two were exhausted by the amount of dancing, drinking and singing, you had respectfully bid Jie Hua goodbyes fore you had exited the private building. The carriages were still where you had left them and the two men who drove the vehicle were silently asleep; you and Jia had giggled at their weary displays and you had briskly shaken them awake.

They had both jolted in surprise, ready to attack whoever had awaken them, yet, the moment they had noticed it was just you and Jia behind you. Their tense and strained aura had dimmed, “it’s time to take us home,” you aimlessly slurred, your eyes jaded and spent enough for one of them to get off their seats and help you and Jia into the carriage.

The air had been silent aside from your soft giggles, you had felt good and you were sure you’d want more of that Neto drug next time.

He had been waiting for you in your chambers, he had been sleeping but he could feel you the moment you had stepped out of your carriage, it had awakened him since he had been so apprehensive of what might’ve happened to you. Was it a set up? Were you hurt? Are you dead? Nevertheless, he thought the last thing had to be him over-thinking, he couldn’t even explain it to himself, but he could feel you alive even though there were moments where your energy had felt outlandish and flaky.

It was as if your soul would take a dip and he wouldn’t feel it anymore, it had made the wait for you to return be unbearable. Before you had rebounded to your room, you had urged Jia to go to her suite and sleep, as you had expected, the Neto drug had taken her quicker than it would have drugged you. You had even guided Jia to her bedroom and aided her to take off most of her clothing, you were careful with the way you had enfolded her to sleep, and amusingly, slumber briskly swallowed her into lethargy.

Content that the both of you were passable, you tasked yourself to go to your room, the scent and energy of Ah Jiu was stronger than ever. It might’ve been the drug that had made you feel this way but his smell had you mesmerised and enamoured, thus, you had quickly pushed yourself into your room to find him awake, yet, his open on guard display had made you remember what Jie Hua told you, and immediately your shoulders drooped, aware of what you had to do, letting him go was the least you could do for him.

“Have you been awake this entire time?” You questioned, you had watched the way he had looked at you the moment you entered your chambers, he seemed relieved and thankful that you were safe, still, you could feel something in him that was unhappy, you made him stay.

“No, I just woke up now.” He calmly signed.

You softly beckoned your head, the fabric of your dress tight in your hands, slowly, you made yourself walk towards him and when you arrived to your destination, you timidly embraced Ah Jiu into a hug. He was happy enough to return the hug back, chiefly, he had liked having you in his arms again, but there was something different about you, he had felt it the moment you came into this room, he had wondered if anything had happened since he wouldn’t be able to return to sleep knowing you had been hurt.

“What’s wrong?”

His words gracefully entered your mind and you had felt your lips quiver in response, you had pulled your face away from his neck and hastily brought yourself to become stern and deliberate. “Do you want to go home?”

Stumped, Ah Jiu scanned you, dismayed at your arbitrary question. He had paused, he had thought about home a lot and grew to forgive you for taking him away from it. Howbeit, he wouldn’t have thought that you would question him about his original domestic.

“Yes, I do want to go home,” he signed and you could feel the top of your eyelids grow heavy, disappointed, but not in him, but in yourself. You were exactly like the man you had ran away from for countless of decades, and it hurt you, it hurt you to know that you were his complete mirror.

You didn’t notice how out of verity you were when you had felt Ah Jiu softly nudge your rib. Abruptly, you had snapped your face towards him, you didn’t even notice that your face had trailed away from him, and you didn’t notice that your tears had threatened to spill. “Where did this come from?” He curiously signed and gently you had rocked your body, it had felt like the drug had started to wear off as you could feel yourself deeply douse in your mind.

“It doesn’t matter,” you gingerly replied, your response was less than a whisper, but thankfully, with his embellished hearing, he thoroughly heard your words. You were thankful that your tears hadn’t shed in front of him, and to avoid it from happening likewise, you had pushed yourself to kiss his cheek. “I will help you pack tomorrow.”

Confused, Ah Jiu pulled himself to follow you to lay on the bed, he knew it wasn’t best to question it more, plus, he wanted to avoid you breaking down. He hadn’t seen you cry, but he does know you feel things, to a very much high degree. So forth, all he could do was have your back rest against his chest and embrace you to sleep.

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So much happened in last night's session. My brain is VIBRATING. As soon as I get off work, I gotta do my long rest journal entry for Silas. But my brain is going crazy and I just needed to word vomit.

Gonna describe some things that happened the best I can as they come to my memory, so they may be out of order of when they happened during the session:

Spoilers below the break:

- We know how to reconsecrate the three Fanes now.

- We met Exathanther, He's actually so sweet. His mind is wiped by his own doing because he made a deal with the same entity Kasimir did and wanted to forget, but we found out who he is through things around the library in the Amber Temple.

- So yeah, Kasimir found the vestige he was looking for, accepted it's offer and told us finally it was for his sister. We're all kinda pissed at him right now. Rudolph definitely yelled at him and told him he was being a selfish idiot. (Silas was afraid that Rudolph felt the same about him since he took the deal with Sykane. He asked him about it and Rudolph told Silas he doesn’t see him the same as he sees Kasimir because Silas did it in a tough moment in order to be alive again, and Kasimir is doing it for incredibly useless and selfish reasons for someone that doesn't even deserve to be brought back.)

- Also, at one point in the library Brandy found some books with names. She looked up her former lover Samuel, who she's been trying to track down. She thought she chose to come to Barovia to find him. Turns out he's been in Krezk, he was taken in and infected with lycanthropy. He ended up liking the people in his pack, they are helping Strahd and eventually, he told Strahd about where to find Brandy. Brandy was apparently with us, and they decided we were the group he wanted brought to Barovia to toy with. So basically FUCK SAMUEL, WE'RE KICKING HIS ASS ON SITE.

- We're also mad at Kasimir because when he say the sarcophagi he was looking for he ran straight for it instead of checking on Brandy when she was super hurt even though she's been super kind to him. Lil asshole. "Men are shit" - Brandy Looking Glass

- Silas and Rudolph took watch together for the first time in a while. They talked about notes Silas had taken from some of the books in the library, how they're sus of Kasimir, the wedding at Ravenloft they received an invite for and how Rudolph wants to go, but isn't sure that's going to go well. Silas made them tea, and he complimented it. Silas asked him that if things go wrong and he can't get out of his deal with Sykane if he'd please kill him because he knows he'd be the only one he could trust to actually do it. Rudolph agrees. Silas tells him he's welcome to no longer travel with the group if he feels it's best, but adds in that he would miss him and enjoys his company. Of course, Rudolph just kinda hmphs at Silas saying he'd miss him, but he tells Silas he thinks he's capable and that the rest of the group is as well. Silas also said, "We make a good team." But promptly, nervously is like "ummm, I mean like all of us." 😭🙈🙈🙈

- Ezmerelda is the queen of being the sweetest angel and bad ass bitch simultaneously. During her watch with Brandy she told her she's gonna help her find a new quarterstaff since the one she has was crafted by Samuel. Of course, first Brandy is gonna beat his ass with it, and Ez will gladly help.

- Then....drumrollllllll....we found the SUNSWORD!!! It's bad ass asf and we gave it to Brandy! So we're ready to gtfo our the temple and hopefully we can get out without having to have a run in with three remaining flame skulls.

And woooo we're level 9 now!!

I'm sure I forgot something and will edit this as I remember things, but damn last night was SO GOOOD and so many different emotions going on!!

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Working up a sweat - 5C - Ruby's teacher invited her to do some private exercises with him, which made some of the other students jealous cause he was quite the handsome man, which is a score. What she may not realize yet, he has a thing for her in a more erotic manner... he hopes this maybe continues.

So, a thing I don't think you realized when you sent this in is that, canonically, Ruby learned her skills and talents from her Uncle Qrow...and that's not really a feature of her backstory I intend to remove...so~...

Working Up a Sweat: 5C

It had started innocently enough. Ruby had gone to her "uncle" Qrow for combat training, and seeing the determination in her eyes, the old rogue could hardly argue. They would meet up every few days, run through exercises together in the nearby forest, and then start her weapon training hand-to-hand. A few of the girls in the village fawned and gushed over her getting all that time alone with him, but she didn't think much of it—he was just her Uncle, after all!

Then, at the end of a session not long after she'd turned eighteen, he'd accidentally stolen a kiss...and everything changed.

"Ah~! More~! H-Harder, Qrow~! Harder~!" Ruby panted and moaned as her curvaceous and fit young form was bent over one of the large felled trees that lined their "training grounds". The ranger-to-be was stripped totally nude, her crimson cloak and combat outfit tossed and discarded like trash as she bared herself before her mentor, gripping the grass on the other side of the log for stability. "Give it~! Give it all to me~!"

Behind her, her handsome and rugged mentor and sort-of uncle smirked down at the panting and gasping beauty, his hands firmly around her waist as he bucked his hips roughly into the pillowy embrace of her softly toned ass. The lustful pleas that fell so wanton and desperate from her lips goaded him on—past the point of knowing this was wrong, and steadfastly into the open fields of "I don't give a fuck I'm doing it anyway".

With a grin, Qrow leaned over her and chuckled into her ear. "If I give it to you any more, I might end up knocking you up, Rubes~ your adventuring life would end even before it began~"

"I don't care~!" Ruby squealed, and she jerked her hips back—that fat and juicy ass of hers bouncing and twerking lewdly back into his thrusts as she moaned louder. "I need more~! Fuck me more, fuck me harder, Qrow~!! Qrow~!!!"

The handsome older man sighed in mock-defeat, before a wicked grin spread across his face. "Well, if that's what you want, babygirl~" he growled—and suddenly, his back was pressed to hers and he pulled her away from the felled tree, arms hooking under her legs to fold her into a deep and immobilizing full-nelson as he rammed his cock ruthlessly up into her guts, into her womb, into her sanity.

With a squeal of delight, Ruby climaxed hard around his cock, her mind melting with the pleasure and her body jerking roughly with his thrusts—thoughts of leaving the village to pursue adventure had fled her mind, and as she felt her uncle's potent load shoot up into her, she knew that there would be no going back. This was where she belonged, right here, right now.

Forever the slutty fuckdoll lover of her doting mentor.

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Heartslabyul Romance Headcanons

Hello! So I decided to do a series for Twisted that are my takes on how they are as romantic lovers! I’m going in order of dorms and writing SFW and NSFW headcanons for each and every single character (Ortho gets an SFW one, but it’s not romantic). This is to help me familiarize myself with the characters.

I'm on book 6 (just started) but when I wrote 90% of these headcanons I was barely through book 2 and going off character vignettes. I went through and changed some things though so they aren't too OOC. Also uh, I will be linking each part but I might honestly forget so if you don't see links to all the dorms by the end of the week then just assume I forgot and drop me an ask of DM so I can do that. I'll also be making a masterlist later on.

Disclaimer: All characters in this series are aged up. For more information about my version of this world and the type of reader you can expect, please do a quick read of THIS post. No beta, I die like the idiot I am.

Heartslabyul (You're Here) | Savanaclaw | Octavinelle | Scarabia | Pomefiore | Ignihyde | Diasomnia

Romantic Headcanons

Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle is wholly thrown for a loop when it comes to romantic gestures. Completely inexperienced in the ways of romance and without much reference for how a functioning relationship works at home, the boy is confused.

Expect it to be a while after he realizes he likes your company far more than he thought. At first, he’ll think it’s just that he likes you since you tend to keep Adeuce in check for him when he can’t, but it’ll click for him eventually.

After he figures it out, he’ll decide from afar if you’d be interested. Eventually asking to take you to tea parties with just the two of you, and being the one to personally extend the invitation to unbirthday parties. Going so far as giving you the first slice of a tart (something that will make everyone in Heartslabyul mentally screams because at this point it’s too obvious).

He’s the kind of person who will write you a letter, requesting your presence after classes one day to confess. He’ll be very composed, having rehearsed the lines and coming up with all possibilities. If you accept, he’ll probably have a gentle blush on his face and ask if you’d like to have some afternoon tea with him over at the dorm.

He is a gentleman and will put your needs first. Don’t expect to just be able to vent to him about anything though. He will give solutions assuming it’s what you’re seeking out. If you want to vent you have to spell it out to him that you’re not looking for solutions.

His love language is taking care of his significant other. Whether that means they’re eating properly, getting to bed on time, or are mentally well. He’s always sending you good morning and good night messages to make sure you don’t oversleep/stay up too late. If you ever message him at one in the morning though, expect a reply back in a scolding fashion. He has his ringer on for you and you only, so he’ll wake up to the messages and be disappointed you haven’t slept yet.

He’s not one for PDA, at all. The most you’ll get out of him is linking your pinkies together as he walks you to class. He’s still awkward with the whole relationship thing and would rather not do anything scandalous.

Behind closed doors, he’s far more pliable with physical touch but tries not to go overboard. He’s still new to the relationship aspect and would appreciate it if you didn’t randomly sit on his lap while he’s trying to read. Simply sitting side by side with your legs touching will have to suffice for a while. Not that he doesn’t want to be closer to you, he just doesn’t want to rush anything. He’s a gentleman after all, and he will be courting you slowly.

The dates you can expect from Riddle is going out for tea (obviously) but also study sessions where he’ll teach you about more advanced topics to help you. He’ll also help you “cheat” since he knows the curriculum, has gone through it and will know what to have you study for those pesky pop quizzes. He won’t go overboard with you on the studying through, if you want to stop, he will and suggest something else (perhaps a walk through the gardens to get rid of the stuffy air of the library?).

The biggest downside of going out with Riddle is having to follow rules. Riddle can’t have his significant other breaking every single rule of his dorm and undermining him. While he’s not super strict and he doesn’t “punish” you as he would the others, he still expects you to respect the rules and try to follow the ones you know. When you get closer in your relationship he will get a little bit more lenient, and on occasion have him break rules (like curfew for example, who doesn’t want to go on a stroll and explore the stars when the campus is silent?).

Trey Clover

When it comes to Trey, it’s genuinely hard to know if he likes you. He’s always been polite with you, only occasionally teasing you and pulling simple pranks, but that’s how he treats everyone in his dorm. You have to really pay attention to him to see the special treatment he reserves just for you.

The genuine laugh he has, how his eyes sparkle when he looks at you, the subtle way he will touch your shoulder or graze your hand when giving you something. How he lets his guard down a little more around you, how he compliments your actions. Those are all the little things you have to look for when dealing with Trey. He doesn’t just outright say he likes you, but rather shows you through his actions.

When it finally clicks in your head he’s giving you special treatment, Trey is probably going to notice. Almost like an “It’s about time” sorta thing. The advancements after that will be a lot less subtle, almost teasing until your head is spinning. Honestly, he’d prefer it if you were the one to confess first. He leaves you no room for doubt about his feelings towards you, but he doesn’t want to make it awkward if he confesses and you’re not interested. You’re going to have to be the one to step up.

Once you two are finally going out, don’t expect the almost “Big Brother” persona to falter. He’s still going to be taking care of you but in far more teasing ways. He’s not going to be trying to get you to wake up early or go to bed at a decent hour, he’s not your mother, but he will make sure you’re doing okay. Expect him to check in with you between classes to make sure you’re fine.

Study dates are a must. He’s normally helping out the others in his dorm, so he’ll always try to get you to join him. He’ll also be keeping you well after the studying sessions so it’ll just be the two of you together. Expect that 90% of your homework will be done in his dorm room. Whether you guys are talking, helping one another out, or just doing your work silently. He likes those moments where it’s just the two of you.

He’s going to be baking you your favorite things. Don’t be surprised when he begins asking what your favorite kinds of foods are, especially sweets. If you don’t have a sweet tooth, he’ll make more savory desserts. He’ll bring them to Ramshackle, always with some tuna or a snack for Grim so he leaves your stuff alone.

If you’re willing to help him when he’s baking, or even just chilling in the kitchen with him, he’ll be over the moon. Baking is something that has a calming effect and sometimes he just wants to make something for no reason. If he can show you a thing or two, all the better. If you have no interest in baking, then just chill and talk with him while he’s there. Waiting for things to bake in an oven can get boring if there isn’t other prep work to be done, so having you there is nice.

He’s not much for PDA either, preferring those things to be exclusive between you two. He is a bit more open to it, holding your hand in public is something he has no problem with. Giving you a kiss on the forehead, cheek, or back of the hand is another thing he doesn’t mind doing. If he happens to be taller than you, it’s easy to make him melt by placing your hand on the back of his head and pulling him down for a quick peck on the lips.

He does enjoy getting a rise out of you. Expect him to tease you a lot with romantic gestures. Leaning in close during study dates and thinking he’s going to kiss you? Nope, he just happened to see a pen he wanted to use on the other side of you. He loves seeing your cheeks flare up, and it’ll be up to you if you drag him by his lapels for a proper kiss after. He’ll always laugh against your lips after and murmur about how easy it is to fluster you before leaning back in for a kiss.

Trey doesn’t try to break Riddle’s rules. Not because they’re rules, but he’d rather not deal with the lecture about how he’s Vice Warden and should be held up to higher standards. Still, he’ll break some rules when Riddle isn’t looking. Expect him to show up at Ramshackle past curfew to hang out with you, maybe take you somewhere, or just relax on the couch with you on his lap. He’ll let you play on his phone since you’re technology deprived.

Cater Diamond

When Cater falls for someone, he falls hard. One day you’re just another cute little freshman of his, the next he’s realizing being around you makes his heart speed up. His smile feels more natural and he’s seeking you out more and more. He isn’t shy about it either, the moment he realizes exactly what’s going on, he’s going in full throttle. Be expecting him to visit you in between classes, offer to walk with you, and invite you out places.

Smile for Magicam! Or at least that’s going to be his excuse for snapping photos with the two of you. 90% of those photos are for his eyes only. He’s not going to be creepy and set them as his background until after you’re already going out. Just be expecting him to follow you around like a lovesick puppy when he has time to spare. If you somehow don’t realize that he likes you, he’ll try harder to get it through your thick skull.

He’s pretty natural when it comes to confessions. He doesn’t do anything over the top. Probably just another hang out for you guys, going to some new trending store he heard about, or even a café. While you’re there he’ll comment on how you two would make a pretty cute couple, then ask if you want to be. His heart is going to be pounding like crazy, hoping for the best, and you better be prepared for the cutest smile in the world when you accept.

He’ll be more likely to post photos of the two of you on dates if you’ll allow him. He reserves two photo shooting sessions per date, only lasting maybe five minutes. While social media is important to him, he’d rather be focused on you. The photos more or less are for his own memory bank. He also loves taking candid shots of you. He definitely has a photo of you sprawled on his bed after a long day of classes, mouth open and fast asleep. He won’t comment if you snored, but if you ask he’ll tell you the truth and say it’s endearing.

While he might have a study date or two with you when it’s absolutely necessary, he’d rather be out and about with you. Studying gets boring so you have to really help him get engaged if you two end up doing that. If not, expect to see the newest trending places, get the recently released pastries at bakeries, etc. In fact, he really hopes you have a sweet tooth because he always feels bad buying something for Magicam and then not eating it in the end. If you don’t like sweet either, then he’ll bring it back to the dorm for someone else to have.

He’s totally fine with PDA as long as you’re chill with it. He doesn't want to overstep and make you uncomfortable, but he wants to flaunt you off to the world. A huge show of “This is mine and they’re the best thing in the world.” His hand is always wrapped around your shoulder when you walk places, and he’ll die of happiness if you put your hand in his back pocket while walking.

Cater doesn’t give a damn about rules as long as Riddle isn’t around to punish him. This means you two will have a lot of sneaking around to do in order to not get in trouble. Certain events are way past curfew, but he can’t just go. Don’t tell Riddle, but he gave him a side Magicam account to follow so Riddle can’t see all his outings that break rules. Riddle is none the wiser and he’d rather keep it that way.

You’re gonna need a phone. If Crowley isn’t going to give you one early on, Cater freaking will. He needs someone to message during class who won’t scold him for being distracted. He’ll also set you up with your own Magicam account so he can tag you. Whether you ever post on it or not, he doesn’t care. He just wants to be able to tag his amazing significant other.

It’s canon that his older sisters tend to give him a lot of ‘cutesy’ stuff that he’s not a fan of. He’s more than happy to give you stuffed animals if you’re into that sort of thing. In fact, anytime he gets a package he’s going to call you over and ask what you want to take from it. Don’t feel bad, he legit doesn’t want any of it. He’ll take photos for Magicam so his sisters don’t get upset, but after he’s handing them all off to you. If his sisters ever find out, expect the packages to now be sent to Ramshackle. They aren’t playing games. If he’s going to give them to you anyway, then they might as well personalize them to your taste. The packages end up becoming twice the normal size as well.

Kisses. Be expected to have a lot of them. Cater literally can’t keep his hands to himself, and needs to show his S/O with affection. So hand kisses, cheek, forehead, they’re all fair game. If he sneaks up behind you, expect his arms to be wrapped around your waist and a kiss to be placed on the back of your neck. Yes, he will do this if you’re speaking to someone else and he wants your attention. Yes, he absolutely adores how flustered you get as well.

Ace Trappola

Ace? Liking you? Romantically? Fun concept, wrong guy. Or at least that’s what he’s going to tell himself on repeat for literal weeks after he figures it out. He’s tried the whole dating thing before, and it wasn’t his cup of tea. Not to mention you were his close friend, and he didn’t want to ruin that by going on boring dates and then ghosting you. He couldn’t ghost one of his friends. So he decided he was just going to pretend like he didn’t like you romantically and carry on like normal.

Sadly this is easier said than done. You don’t even try to do anything flirty with him. You two will just be messing around and your hand grazes against him and his mind is wandering. “Wow, their hand felt kinda nice, I wonder what it would be like if they let me hold it?”. Queue him going into denial and trying to escape the situation. It isn’t hard to figure out that there’s something going on there.

You’re going to have to be the one to put on the first move. Start inviting him out on platonic, friendship dates. Watch him enjoy himself and do things that are just on the cusp of what a cute couple would do. Get him into the mindset that no, it’s not boring to date someone. In fact, your significant other should indeed be one of your closest friends. Ace will finally realize that his mistake last time was going out with someone he didn’t know much about and never actually bonded with. Just someone who liked him and he thought was pretty. Once it clicks that dating could be fun and nothing would change, he’s singing a new tune.

It’ll still take some time before he finally confesses to you though. His next worry is “Wait…what if I’m misinterpreting this entire thing and we’re just really close friends and they don’t think of me like this?” Thankfully his blunt nature will win over eventually. He’s just one day going to outright ask if you want to start dating. He’s killing himself with all this doubt and it’s cramping his style. Either say yes and begin dating, or say no and he just pretends this whole thing never happened. You’re gonna say yes. How could you not?

Give him some time to traverse through this newfound territory. He’s going to get a bit of whiplash as he realizes the things he’s been wanting to do with you, he can now do them. His hand is going to find yours. Kissing? New favorite activity. Expect him to drag you somewhere private between classes for quick make-out sessions. He loves the feeling of your lips on his, it reminds him that you guys are beyond the friendship phase now.

He’s a bit more handsy now that you two are officially together. He is constantly instigating physical contact with you, even if your face goes red in public. He’s going to be laughing and teasing you for it. He’s another one to tease you with lingering touches and almost kisses that turn out to be him leaning forward to grab something. Drag him in for a kiss and he might apologize (he won’t).

Expect him to also be treating you like his friend still. Sure he can kiss and hug you whenever, but he still wants what you guys had before. Best of both worlds, really. Hanging out in your group with Grim and Deuce and just messing around. Getting into trouble is still one of his favorite activities to do with you. However, detentions are now significantly more entertaining since he makes you flustered during them.

He’s going to be showing up at Ramshackle unannounced all the time. Always under the guise of Riddle being pissed off at him (which sometimes is true if the collar around his neck is anything to go by). Just get used to it and always be prepared for him to tease you about sharing the bed at night. He’s going to have to fight Grim over the fact. It’s a known fact that you and Grim cuddle at night on the same bed (after all, the first few nights at Ramshackle it was the only habitable bed). If he does share a bed with you, expect Grim to be right in the middle, kicking Ace in his sleep.

He’s going to make you late for class, this there’s no doubt. He’ll always want to sleep in if he’s already with you in bed. The only way to get his lazy butt up in the morning is to kick him off the bed. Even Grim is up before him, which is saying something. Make some coffee though and he’ll spring right up. His dorm is all about tea, so the bean juice is a special treat he really only gets when he spends the night at your place.

Late-night calls. If he’s not at the dorm, be expecting mass text messages until one in the morning. You might have to put your phone on “Do Not Disturb” if you want any sleep. How he can stay up so late at night and be hyperactive during the day is beyond you. No wonder he sleeps like a rock. He does get a bit cuter in his messages the later into the night it gets. It’s the only time he’ll be telling you how much you mean to him and how pretty/handsome you are. A tired Ace is a more honest version.

Deuce Spade

Deuce is going to be the only one in the dorm who differs when it comes to whether his crush identifies as a female compared to a male or any other gender. He respects women but is far more flustered. So it’s going to take some time even for the friendship aspect to sink in if he knows you’re a female. If you’re male or identify as something else, he’ll be easier to talk to and approach. He eventually will warm up completely though once he realizes there’s really no difference when it comes to friendships, he just won’t try to rough-house with you unless you instigate it first.

When he realizes he has a crush, it’s obvious to literally everyone. Unless you’re super dense, you’re going to notice the moment he realizes it. The way his entire body tenses as you guys are hanging out and how he looks at you. You’d think you were the one who put the moon and stars in the sky with the look he gave you that day when it dawned on him. After that he’d get flustered a bit more, not knowing how to deal with his emotions.

His mother figures it out instantly. Whenever they’re on call and she asks him questions about school and he brings you up, it’s like the air shifts around him and through a phone it’s palatable. It took her a total of five seconds to know her son had it down bad and bring the conversation to that. Yes, he got all the good courting advice from his mother. Ace tried to help, but the boy doesn’t know much about romance so? Trey was a bit more help, but in this case, his mother really came through.

You’d have to thank Ms. Spade at a later date. When Deuce showed up at your front doorstep with a bouquet of flowers in his dorm uniform, you were blown away. He was a blushing mess but clearly needed to get it off his chest. Over some tea, he confessed and you accepted without hesitation, how could you not? The boy is sweet and we all know he will treat you right.

He’ll be clumsy as he navigates the new territory of your relationship. A lot of coaxing is needed at first. Take things very slow with him, go on dates and act like friends. Maybe convince him to hold your hand at some point. You will actually break him if you go straight for a kiss on the lips. On the cheek is more his pace until he’s braver around you. Let him be the one to kiss you first, it’ll be well worth it.

He’s not going to be taking part in PDA, it’s a bit too embarrassing as a model student in the making, he didn’t want to accidentally break rules. If you keep teasing him, he will scoop you up into his arms and take you somewhere private so you two can be alone. He will be blushing like mad the entire time while muttering under his breath how you’re going to kill him.

During school breaks, he’s going to invite you to his place. You can bring Grim along, of course, he just wants his mother to meet you (she’s been begging since she heard the good news, and probably is already planning for a wedding). His mother will love you no matter what. If you were ever deprived of motherly love growing up, be prepared to cry into this woman’s arms. She’ll treat you like one of her own. Also, you’re leaving with her contact information and she’s expecting a call once a week to check in on you. Dating Deuce means getting another mom.

Once Deuce is finally comfortable around you, you can expect him to be cuddling with you often. Just sitting you in his lap while you two work on school stuff. Please help this boy study and dumb it down for him. He’s slow at learning but he CAN learn. He’ll be forever grateful and probably be apologizing when he realizes you guys have been studying well past curfew and he’s going to be in trouble with Riddle (explain to the warden what you guys had been doing and help bring Deuce’s grades up and he’ll overlook you guys being out past curfew).

Blastcycling. He’s getting you a helmet and the moment he has his bike, he’s taking you for joy rides. Probably going to be showing you all his favorite places to drive to for some peace and quiet. Stopping at the edge of a forest after an intense riding session, your hair is a mess, and you’re sitting on the edge with his arm wrapped around you watching the sunset. You can expect dates like these. Deuce is secretly a romantic and will adore moments like these with you.

With friends, he’s more likely to treat you in a friendly way. He doesn’t want things to get awkward in the group by being all lovey-dovey but expect after hangouts for him to steal you away for some alone time. He’s also going to be way more protective over you once you two are going steady. Nobody messes with you unless they want Deuce’s delinquent side to come out and physically fight them. He also apologizes when he shows you that side, but it’s just another part of Deuce and you love him for it.

[monodreamin]

Broken window

Pairing: Taehyung! Husband x wife!  reader, Jungkook! lover x reader 

Rated: M (18+)

Genre: smut, fluff, angst, one shot

Synopsis: Your husband Taehyung has a voyeurism kink, so you being his wife and wanting to please your husband but also curious about being with another man for the first time. The both of you  agree to invite Jungkook his coworker and best friend into the bedroom 

Warnings: impreg kink,cunnilingus, manipulation, sloppy seconds, fingering, yandere, jealousy, unplanned pregnancy, cheating, character death, dirty talk,voyeurism, unprotected sex, vaginal sex and cum play (I’m tired please let me know if I have missed anything else here please)

Words: 7,616

Author’s note: I loosely got inspo from the stray kids ordinary main trailer and the Netflix show fishbowl wives. My first attempt at yandere so be easy on me. 

Jungkook, your lover placed his hand over your protruding stomach after telling him you were pregnant and unsure of who the father of your unborn child was Taehyung, your husband entered shortly catching the two of you in action “so you told him?” Taehyung interrupted the sweet moment. “I thought we agreed not to tell him.” Taehyung felt he was losing you slowly. He should have never brought the younger man into your bedroom. Taehyung was angry at himself why the fuck did he have to have a voyerusim kink? and why the fuck did he tell his co worker out of all people he had to see this man at the office everyday.

Jungkook was the youngest and only single male working at the office. Taehyung and Jungkook got along very well. They were best friends and he thought having his best friend and someone he trusted Jungkook sleeping with his wife was doing them both a favor. Taehyung will indulge in his kink and Jungkook will get laid. It was a win-win for both and what Taehyung wasn't expecting was an accidental pregnancy from that said encounter. 

 It took a total of 6 months to build up to the point where you and Jungkook actually had sex.  First there was a dinner over at Taehyung and his wife Y/N’s  place where Taehyung introduced Y/N to Jungkook and the three of them talked over a meal cooked by Y/N herself. She was an incredible cook, the three of them making small talk at first. Taehyung has mentioned plenty of times how he wanted Jungkook to sleep with his wife. Jungkook didn't know if he was serious at first and laughed it off but as the days passed by and he assured him everything was fine with him and his wife they wanted this.

At first Taehyung would tell Jungkook how to touch his wife and just watch them but the touching and kissing turned him on so much that he would send Jungkook home then have sex with his wife but then the making out sessions turned to dry humping sessions then right on the 6th month mark of the arrangement was when it happened you had sex with Jungkook in front of your husband he watched as another man stuck his dick inside of his wife the pleasure he got seeing another man fuck his wife was like nothing he experienced before it was much better than he could have ever thought. 

After Jungkook fucked you, your husband made sure to fuck you right after asking who's touch was better, who she loved and who she belonged to. Of course her response was him, Taehyung, her husband. You love him but in the back of your mind you just couldn't shake off Jungkook and what you have done hours before. 

Now here Taehyung was back at your shared apartment catching you and Jungkook red handed. One of your rules that you both agreed on was you never being alone with Jungkook and here you were with him with his hand on your stomach once you told him you had to talk to him about something important. You were pregnant but with whose child? You didn't know because you slept with both men that night and even went alone to see Jungkook a few days after and slept with him again. 

You couldn't get Jungkook out of your head that night you first had sex with him and you wanted to see him again but this time without Taehhung watching and instructing you both on what to do to feed his fetish. You were only ever with Taehyung and it was suffocating. You wanted excitement and Jungkook was it. You were doing this for you because you wanted to and you were now in full control. 

Taehyung was filled with rage at you his wife with another man’s hand on your stomach. Was the baby you carrying his? He felt like he was losing you. You both had agreed to not share the pregnancy with Jungkook. Taehyung told you it didn’t matter whose baby it was he would support you and he didn't want to know you both agreed it was his child regardless. Now here you were going back on your word it had to be because this baby was his and you knew it. “What the fuck are you two doing here alone?” Before Jungkook could answer, Taehyung pushed Jungkook.

“Taehyung, chill.” Jungkook said trying to calm his best friend down. 

“You don’t fucking tell me what to do.” Taehyung pushed him once more.

You got up from your seat quickly getting between both men.

“Taehyung, relax I called Jungkook over we were…” Taehyung cut you off.

“I don’t care Y/N i told you not to….” he couldn’t contain his anger he felt betrayed by his best friend and most importantly you his wife. Without noticing how angry he got trying to get to Jungkook he pushed you to the floor.

“Y/N” Jungkook panicked trying to rush to you but was stopped when Taehyung gave him one last push. But this time both men were by a huge window, a window that was being repaired in your apartment so it wasn’t stable. You looked up from the floor as you watched Jungkook fall out through that window. It was like a scene out of the movie, the glass shattering around him as he fell out the window. You could see the glass hit his face and cause small scratches over his face as he fell in slow motion every horrible second of this terrible  moment would be forever etched in your brain. 

“NOOOO” you screamed in horror. You got off the floor as quickly as you could running to the window. Your reflex without a thought was to jump after him to check on him to save him but Taehyung grabbed you pulling your body close to his. You would have for sure fell to your death if it weren’t for Taehyung. You were in a state of grief and you weren’t thinking straight at the moment. 

“Y/n he is dead.” Taehyung cried “I killed him, I didn't mean to.” you stood frozen in place, your mouth hanging open before you let out a deafening scream. “Y/n please i’m so sorry it was an accident. You have to call the police and we will say he fell ok? I didn't push him.” you sobbed uncontrollably you lost Jungkook you couldn't lose Taehyung too. You knew Taehyung would never do this. It was a huge mistake and everything happened so fast. “Baby don’t cry please” he held you as you wept in his arms “we can’t have you losing the baby…. It might be the last piece we have of Jungkook.”He was right, you knew most likely the baby you carried was his. 

You called the police in hysterics and they were over within minutes. The parking lot where Jungkook had fallen to his death was blocked off with yellow crime scene tape. The police took down the report Jungkook was a mutual friend of the both of you as the three of you talked Jungkook tripped over furniture and then through the window. You and Taehyung kept repeating the same story over and over again. 

The police followed up a few more times and it was the same story. The police closed the case. It was an accidental fall from a 3 story building. You and Taehyung even attended the funeral you both had to or you would look guilty. Your pregnancy was like going through hell. You were constantly sick and crying a lot of the time. Taehyung was convinced you would lose the baby if you kept on this way you barely ate. 

Taehyung knew if you lost the baby he would lose you too and he couldn’t have that happen. He needed you to carry this baby full term. He wanted you to be vulnerable and lean on him for support. Who else would love you as much as him? 

“Y/N baby please I hate to see you like this.” Taehyung rested his hand on your stomach.

“I can’t believe Jungkook is dead.” you started to cry for the fourth time today.

“You have to eat and take care of yourself if you don’t you can lose the baby you don't want that” 

Taehyung was right, you had to get yourself out of this dark place before it consumed you. A sharp pain went through your stomach.

“Ow the baby….” your hand clutched your stomach. 

“What's wrong?” 

“We have to go to the hospital now. I think something is wrong with the baby.”  As soon as you said those words Taehyung scrabbled to get you up and out of the apartment and to the hospital.

The doctor ran lots of tests on you to check if you and the baby were ok and you were. The doctor sent you home and told you to not stress and to make sure you ate, rested and took care of yourself. You were carrying another life inside of you and you had to make sure you would carry this baby full term. 

Back at your apartment with your husband catering to your every want and need. You were laying in bed with tons of pillows on your head watching the television. Taehyung entered the bedroom with a small table and ramen placed on it. It was the most he could cook and you smiled as he set the table with the ramen and water in front of you. 

“Thank you so much Taehyung.” 

“It's nothing Y/N just make sure you eat it all.” 

“I Will I’m sorry I made you worry.” 

“Just please don't make me worry like that again.” Taehyung fed you some ramen and you ate it. Once you were done eating and drinking Taehyung took everything back to the kitchen. You stayed on the bed rubbing your growing stomach and you started to think about the first time you met Jungkook. 

You were cooking your best dishes and Taehyung was setting up the table. Jungkok was fifteen minutes away from your place so you double checked the apartment to make sure it was tidy. There was a knock at the door and Taehyung answered it. It was Jungkook. He looked even more handsome than the photos Taehyung had shown you. Taehyung introduced the both of you properly, you watched as his eyes turned bright at the introduction . He was beautiful with big round eyes, a full nose and very pretty lips. Your eyes couldn't help but stare at his lips as he talked and as he ate, he complimented every dish as he tried them all. 

You talked about life, your jobs and how you and Taehyung met and then how Jungkook and your husband met. The liquor was flowing making the three of you more loose and before you knew it the conversation took a turn to something sexual. Taehyung was pulling out things Jungkook would have never said or done if he were sober. 

“ So now that you have seen my wife in person are you sexually attracted to her?”  Jungkook took another sip of his wine before answering it like it was his courage juice.

“I am… your wife, she is very beautiful.” your cheeks began to heat up at his words.  You were pretty sure you were blushing now. 

“What about you Y/N? Are you sexually attracted to Jungkook?” Your husband's eyes stared at you intensely. He was hoping you would say you were too. It was the only way this arrangement with the three of you would work. You took a deep breath before answering.

“Yes, I find Jungkook very attractive.” It was now your turn to take a long sip of your wine glass.

“ Jungkook, why don't we become more comfortable and you walk over to Y/N and hug her?”  Taehyung looked at you then his friend to get a better read of the situation.

“Only if that's ok with her… Y/N is it ok if i go over to you and hug you?” Jungkook's eyes never left yours. 

“Of course it's ok.” Taehyung answered for you.

“I asked Y/N '' Jungkook's eyes remained on yours as if he were trying to read your mind if you wanted no parts of this he would quickly back off. Consent meant everything to him and if you didn't want to continue with it he would leave right away.

“Yes you can hug me it’s ok.”

“Are you sure?” he asked once more. This time you got up from your seat and  walked toward Jungkook. You figured if you didn’t take some kind of control nothing was going to happen tonight. “Look, if anything makes you feel uncomfortable you let me know and I'll stop.” You pulled Jungkook in for a hug. He made you feel safe and comfortable plus it didn’t hurt he was very good looking. You only ever dated Taehyung. He was the only man you have ever been with in your life and you married him. the scent of fabric softener and a woody citrus scent filled your nose. Not only was he super attractive but he smelled good too and you could feel his strong muscular body as your bodies pressed against each other. 

“See that wasn't so bad” you looked up at him and smiled. Jungkook’s cheeks scrunched up and he gave you a  cute toothy smile. It was very bunny-like and adorable. 

“It wasn't bad at all.” he finally said. Taehyung stayed in his seat observing the both of you, his legs spread wide. 

“ I told you it was ok, Junngkook.”  Taehyung smiled cockily “I know my wife so well. Now You should kiss her on the lips.” Taehyung was trying to get this show on the roll. 

“May I?” Jungkook asked once more.

“Yes, kiss me.” you closed your eyes  and waited for his lips to meet yours. His lips pressed up against yours for a few seconds and he swiftly pulled away. The kiss was too short for your liking. You wanted more from him. 

“I have to go now, can we get into more of this some other time?” Jungkook rushed to get his things then he looked at you then at your husband.

“Of course we’ll set something up again soon.” The three of you briefly said your goodbyes and Taehyung walked Jungkook out the door. 

“Baby you did alright but I want more from you next time.” You just nodded without saying a word. “Are you changing your mind now?” He questioned your silence. 

“No it’s not that… it’s just this is the first time I’m meeting him. I was a bit nervous but I think next time I’ll be ok.” Taehyung pulled you on his lap “you heard what Jungkook said and you know I agree with him. Consent is very important here if you ever want to stop, just say the words and it will stop.” He began to place small soft kisses over your neck.

“I want to baby. It’s something different and I’m curious about. I want to make you happy, I know how long you asked for this and I was a bit hesitant at first but after some time and meeting him I feel much better about it now. ” 

“You are such a sweet girl for me.” His hand made its way between your legs and inside of your panties. 

“ Baby you’ll make me wet like that .” You let out a deep breath. 

He spread your legs apart wider and started to play with your pussy, slowly and gently. He watched your facial expressions and the way your body reacted to his touch. “Such a pretty pussy and look how easy it is to get you all soak and wet baby girl.” 

You whimpered as his beautiful hands touched your most sensitive part. He was making you feel so good. Taehyung’s big hands with long fingers and he knew exactly how to use them on your body to have you fucked out and a moaning mess. 

“Fuck I love you Taehyung…” 

“I love you too Y/N now cum for me.” 

His fingers rubbing faster and paying special attention to your clit. You could feel the pleasure building from his skillful hand working his magic on you. 

“Fucking cum on my hand baby please give it to me.” He nibbled and sucked on your ear as he sped his hand up and down your dripping pussy. “Oh fuck I’m going to…. Ffffuucckkk.” You dragged the words out and came all over his hand. 

“Look at that you did so well, baby.” You leaned back on your husband and tried to catch your breath. Taehyung showered your face and neck with kisses. 

You were 20 weeks pregnant and going to have an ultrasound scan to find out the sex of the baby. You and Taehyung were so excited. Once you found out the sex of the baby you could look at names and start decorating the empty room and turn it into a nursery. 

“If the baby is a boy I want to name him Jungkook. I have been thinking about it a lot.” You didn’t know how Taehyung would take the news. You were a bit nervous actually. 

“But we don’t know if Jungkook is the father and if he’s mine I would like for him to have my name.”

“ He is yours but what if we don’t even have a boy. We agreed many times before that we are not doing a DNA test.” 

“We aren't, the baby is mine regardless.”  Taehyung placed a kiss on your stomach. 

“So what does it matter if I want to name him Jungkook? The baby is ours.” 

“Like you said, maybe you won’t even have a boy .”

You went to your doctor's appointment and got the ultrasound scan. You were indeed having a boy and honestly you weren’t surprised at all it was a feeling you already had. The both of you got photos of your ultrasound and headed out to grab some food to eat at home.

“So it is a boy.” Taehyung took the food out of the bag and placed it on the table. “I felt it was a boy that’s why I brought up the name.” You took some Korean fried chicken and stuffed it in your mouth. You were pregnant and always hungry that’s for sure. “Well we can start working on the nursery already.” 

“That we can.” you agreed. You already had ideas on how you wanted the nursery to look now that it was confirmed you would be having a son. “We can start tomorrow, maybe you go to my mom’s house while I paint because I’m sure that’s not good for the baby.” 

“You’re right it’s not good for the baby so we’ll pick out the paint tomorrow and then you can drop me off at your moms” 

“Sounds good and what are you thinking about the nursery? Do you have a theme in mind?” 

“Yes I do. Now that we know for sure that we are having a boy.” 

You were at Taehyung’s mother’s house. Your mother in law you got along with her well. She was spoiling you and her grandchild. She was excited to be having a grandson and she already offered to babysit whenever you needed it. You stay out on the balcony enjoying some fresh air sitting on a chair when your mind drifts to the very first time you and Jungkook slept together. Of course Taehyung was there watching and directing you and Jungkook’s every move. 

It has been six months. Six months of you Taehyung and Jungkook meeting up at least every other weekend. The three of you would watch television, eat and have great conversations. Soon after the three of you got very acquainted the three of you moved to the bedroom where you and Jungkook would fool around.  Taehyung watching the both of you he would touch himself to the two of you then when Taehyung was hard and horny enough he would have him leave the room and fuck you.

He would ask you who you belonged to and that he was the only man to make you feel good. He wanted to hear you say you were his only and that he was better than Jungkook. That was his jealousy and possessiveness over you but he loved to watch another man fool around with his wife. It turned him on and what was better is him having his way with you after stroking his ego. you moaned louder for him, you came over his cock more and you told him everything he wanted to hear. Today was the day the three of you decided that Jungkook and you would finally have sex. The rules were set in place he would use a condom, he wouldn't leave marks on you and of course the both of you were to never be alone together. That's what you all agreed on. If you felt uncomfortable at any time they would stop. 

Today things got hotter than usual when the both of you were making out. Jungkook’s hands roamed your body as the two of you kissed. Jungkook pushed you on the bed gently as he got on top of you continuing to make out with you, his body pressed down on you as you looked him in the eyes. “I need more of you.” you simply said. 

Clothes were removed and Jungkook was basically doing everything but actual sex. At this point he was dry humping you and it felt great but it wasn’t enough you needed more. You removed Jungkook’s boxers and he grabbed his pants off the floor and went in his pocket pulling out a condom. He opened it and you helped him put it on. 

“Are you sure this is what you want to do?” 

“Jungkook, I’m sure now can you please fuck me already.” Jungkook looked back at Taehyung who nodded in approval. Jungkook held your hips as he slowly penetrated you. He watched your face for any discomfort and of course there wasn't any. “You can go faster.” Jungkook was fucking you so slow and gently like you were made out of glass and could break at any minute. “Are you….” you cut him short “Jungkook if you ask me one more time if i'm sure.” you were getting annoyed by him constantly asking you the question when you were clearly ok with it if you weren't you knew you could put it to a stop at any moment.

That was just Jungkook so soft and caring at every moment. You liked that about him. Sometimes you felt Taehyung cared more about you feeding into his kinks and would get carried away and make you feel a bit uncomfortable but with Jungkook you were always safe. 

Your constant reassurance made something in him snap. Jungkook picked up the pace fucking into you harder and faster. “Yes Jungkook just like that shit” you dig your nails on his back. “You like that?” he moved his hips, thrusting into you at a relentless pace. “Yes oh my God please.” 

Jungkook watched your breast bounce which turned him on more. He admired your body and the sounds coming out of your mouth. Taehyung sat quietly with his hands down his pants. “She loves getting fucked like a whore and she likes to be called one too” Taehyung’s eyes turned dark. 

“Does she now?” Jungkook looked at your eyes for confirmation yet again. 

“Yes, now fuck me like a whore.” you pulled Jungkook closer whispering in his ear “let’s give him a show.” So you and Jungkook did and went at it for hours. Missionary, doggystyle you name the position it was being done. This time you wanted to be on top and ride him so you did. A few minutes into it Jungkook slid you off of him in a panic. “What happened? What's wrong?” you questioned him. You thought you had done something wrong and Taehyung was quickly by the  both of you.

“The condom broke.” Jungkook’s eyes widened. 

“It’s ok, I'll take a plan B. don't worry too much about it.” 

“I think I should get going.” 

“Are you sure?” this time it was you asking the question. You didn’t want him to leave so soon it was your turn to please him but it was cut so short. 

“Yes don’t worry, you'll see me again.” Jungkook quickly got dressed heading out without taking a shower you could tell he desperately wanted out, but did not question it. You’ll save that for another time. 

“We have to make sure you get the plan B. You aren't even on the pill.” 

“I know. I didn't  tell him because I didn't want to worry him more than he did.”

“ Ok, well that’s fine now get ready because it's my turn.” Taehyung bent you over on the bed pushing your head down on the pillow sticking his dick entirely in you without warning. Thankfully you were still wet from earlier with Jungkook and his cum he left inside you.  You were in for a long night. Taehyung gave your ass a smack. “I’m sorry baby girl, I can't help it, I just love how your pussy squeezes me when I smack your ass.” you gasped as he plunged deep in you with his huge dick. “I’m going to fuck his cum out of you and fill it with mine and remind you who you belong to.” Your eyes hut as he nudged into you. 

Taehyung picked you up from his mom’s house and You Were excited to see how the nursery looked. “Close your eyes, no peeking.” You followed his instructions as he led you to the nursery “open them” and you did. The nursery was beautifully painted a light brown color, the ceiling and borders were white. The nursery was teddy bear themed. The bedding had teddy bears on it and there was a huge teddy bear  seated in the corner of the room. “Baby you did amazing” you pulled him in for a hug and started kissing him all over his face. “I’m glad you love it.” he rubbed your stomach “and most importantly that our son will too.” he smiled that boxy smile of his that always melted your heart and took your breath away. 

“I am sure our son will love it. If not as much as me I know even more.” You bursted into tears. You were overcome with emotion as your thoughts went straight to Jungkook again. Jungkook would never meet his son and your emotions came crashing in like a wave. This happens from time to time. You were hormonal so your feelings were all over the place but you couldn’t tell Taehyung about it because you didn't want to make him feel bad.

“I didn’t do that great baby.” he teased and  hugged you from behind, placing both hands over your stomach. “I’m sorry I’m extra emotional lately.” 

“I know, and it’s ok.” He rubbed your stomach gently using both of his hands. 

“I have to pee.” You abruptly walked away and went to the bathroom. You closed the door and leaned your  back up against the door as you slowly slid down until you were sitting on the floor and you sobbed. You hope you couldn’t be heard from the other side of the door because your emotions just got the best of you today. There was no controlling them. You just wanted to talk to Jungkook again, smell him, hug him, hell just even talk to him but you would never again. Your body shook uncontrollably and you covered your mouth suppressing the sobs escaping you. You heard a knock on the door but couldn’t respond. “Is everything ok? You've been in there for a long time.” 

You scrambled up and turned the faucet on hoping it masked the pain in your voice. “Yes, I was just washing my hands.”

“Alright so I'll see you in a bit then?” 

“Yes you will, I'll be right out.” You said trying to sound as normal as possible. 

“ OK, I'll be in the bedroom.”  You splashed water in your face hoping it would make you look decent enough. You headed to the bedroom where you found Taehyung laying in bed watching TV.  “there goes my beautiful wife i missed you.” you laid next to him on the bed pulling the sheets over you. “You know morning sickness doesn't only happen in the morning.” You gave a good enough lie. 

“You are almost there. I can't wait to meet our baby. I wonder who he would look like.” 

“I think he will look like me.” You could only hope and pray  your son did because you were sure Taehyung wasn’t his father. 

“Really? Because imagine he looks exactly like me.” Taehyung pulled you close to his body and put his hand over your waist. He loved to sleep cuddled up with you while he rubbed your stomach. He couldn't wait to meet your shared little one. His warmth and caressing of your stomach so lovingly always put you sound asleep. 

You knocked on Jungkook’s apartment door. You knew he didn’t go to work today because Taehyung had mentioned it to you. You needed to talk to him. Ever since you and Jungkook had sex things felt weird like he was being distant with you and you didnt want that. 

“What are you doing here?” 

“I heard you were sick so I wanted to check up on you and I made you some soup.” 

“Thanks you really didn't have to” 

“Is something wrong? I feel like you are ignoring me. You didn’t even say hi to me.” 

“Hello, I’m sorry I'm not sick and you're right I have been distant. Come in so we can talk more.” You couldn't believe how much of a soft-hearted person Jungkook is. He always made sure you were ok and if anything bothered you he wanted to talk it out. He was just a great communicator. The both of you sat on the couch in the living room.

“I feel bad about what happened last week.” 

“It’s not any of our faults that the condom broke, you know we were following the rules.” 

“I know but after Taehyung told me you were off the pill and the both of you are trying for a baby…” 

“He told you that? I mean we talked about having a baby and I didnt take the pill that day but I’m sure we are good. After you left Taehyung and I had sex.”

“I know he told me that too.” 

“Oh really? He tells you everything.”

“I mean we are really close and we work together.” 

“Seems like you are best friends now.”

“Seems like it.”

“Jungkook, how do you feel about me?” You said shifting the conversation from Taehyung. 

“What do you mean?” 

“Ever since that day Jungkook I couldn’t get you out of my head.”

“Y/N you are here in my apartment alone with me which is against the rules.” you bit your lip watching him in nervousness. “I also couldn’t get you out of my head. I lied and called out of work today saying I was sick because it would be too hard for me to see Taehyung and not think of you. Then here you come bringing me soup and telling me you feel the same way. I’m trying so hard not to break the rules ” he watched you intently. 

“ I didn’t know that… I just thought I might have done something wrong, Kookie.”

“No you haven't, not at all. I just considered myself a virtuous person but when it comes to you I find it so damn difficult.”

“It doesn't have to be Jungkook. If we both feel the same way we should just…”  you moved closer kissing his lips you knew if you didn’t make the first move like you did the first time you met him you and him would be over. Jungkook’s tattooed hand  brushed over your cheek as he kissed you back. 

Jungkook lifted you up from the couch you were  facing him with your legs wrapped tightly around his waist.  “I never been with another man…when I did It was with you and Taehyung was there.”

“Let’s not talk about him please.” 

Jungkook laid you across his bed and you reached for his pants undoing them quickly. 

“Someone is eager. ” he smirked. 

“Jungkook, I want you right now.” You wanted him buried deep inside you again it couldn’t happen quickly enough. This time it would be different just you and him. Jungkook undressed you and you were both now naked. 

“If we do this there is no going back are you…”

“Fuck Jungkook yes I’m sure.” You pulled him in for a long desperate kiss, your teeth clashing against each other as your need for him grew frantically. 

“Shit Y/N” your hand cupped his balls and you began to rub on them slowly. You could feel how heavy his balls were full of his cum and you ached for him to flood your walls with it. 

“Jungkook I need you to fuck me right now.” you opened your legs wide so he could see the wetness dripping out of your core. 

“Fuck look how wet you got all for me?” 

“Mhm now stick your dick in me and see how good it feels.” 

Jungkook went to look for a condom in the drawer and you stopped him. 

“I want to feel it all. I want you to cum inside please just this once. I won’t tell if you won’t and it’ll be ok I’m on the pill now. I’m clean are you?” 

“I’m clean and do you really want me…” 

“Jungkook if you don’t shut the fuck up and ram your dick inside of me already.” 

Jungkook pressed his lips against yours as he entered you smoothly with such ease. It was like your pussy was made for his dick and you were accommodating him so well. Your pussy gripping his cock for dear life you wanted him to fill you up. 

Jungkook held on to your breasts massaging them as his hard veiny cock impaled deeper into you, he loved to watch how your tight pussy took his dick so deep in your warm wet walls. You could imagine it felt like heaven  because he did to you as well.  

“ I want to cum all over your cock Jungkook.”

“ cum all over it then Y/N please do it for me.” You moaned at his words. Jungkook, talking this way did things to you and you wanted to follow his every command especially when he asked so nicely. 

“I want you to cum too, Jungkook cum with me.” Your hands rubbed against his abs. Jungkook has such  a nice body, a tiny waist with a flat stomach and hard rock washboard abs. 

“Fuck I will if that pussy gets anymore tighter.”  He picked up the pace and the bed creaked underneath you. Your eyes were rolling back and you felt your orgasm approaching.

“I’m going to cum fuck shit fuck oh my God Jungkook Jungkook” you felt like your brain short circuit and all you could do was repeat the same words over and over again. 

“Fuck be good and make sure you take all this cum for me yeah? Keep it deep in that tight little pussy of yours I don’t want any of it to go to waste.”  

“Yeah Jungkook, I'll do anything you want me to do . Just cum in my pussy already.”  With those words Jungkook emptied deep inside you and he pulled his dick out and some drops of cum stained the bed. It was too much cum for your pussy to take, you closed your legs together tightly not wanting anymore of it to spill out of you. 

“You did such a great job my pretty angel. ” He placed some kisses on your face moving slowly down to your neck.  You blushed at his praise and the newfound pet name he gave to you.

“That was beyond good” you stated as you watched as Jungkook lay his head on your chest. 

“Open your legs I want to see how much cum your pussy took in”  Jungkook felt way more comfortable with you when it was just you two alone. This was a side you haven’t seen of him and would love to see more of. So many rules and restrictions the both of you had to follow but right now at this moment there were none. 

“Don’t get all shy on me now” Jungkook teased using  his right hand to spread your legs apart. “Look at that angel, you kept most of it inside of your greedy little needy cunt.” he used his finger to scoop the little bit of cum that dripped onto your inner thigh back into your pussy “Uh uh be nice and don't you waste it you said you wanted all of it.” 

Jungkook began to finger you like he was putting his cum back inside of you. “ oh fuck I don’t think I can take anymore” your pussy was getting sensitive to his touch. “You can sweet angel and you will for me.” His other hand rubbed  over your clit as he continued to finger you and hit your G-spot. 

“Koo baby it hurts” you whined but yet there you were bucking your hips for more of him. “You don’t want me to stop don’t you?” Jungkook smirk as he finger fucked you. 

“Nooo fuck I’m almost there again koo.” You felt the familiar feeling of yet another orgasm ripping through your body. A warm wave of peace took over you and you felt Jungkook stick his finger in your mouth. 

“Suck” he simply said and you obeyed. 

“I’m not done playing with this pussy.”  He rubbed his wet fingers over your pussy lips spreading them apart,  he lowered his head between your legs his tongue swirled up and down your clit and then you felt his curled tongue penetrating you. You knew tonight would be a long night and you needed a good excuse to tell Taehyung but for now you would throw your head back and enjoy Jungkook eating your pussy out with such care and precision. 

Taehyung rushed you to the hospital after your contractions got closer and you were due to give birth any minute now. You were in labor for 8 hours. Your son wasn’t making it easy on you. Finally 12 hours into labor you were fully dilated and ready to push. You held onto Taehyung and about 23 pushes later. Yes you even counted them until your baby boy was born. 

Taehyung cut the cord and the baby was cleaned up and placed on your chest. You held him in your arms as you studied the features on his face. He looked exactly like your lover Jungkook. There was no doubt this baby was his, it was in your son’s eyes, nose and lips he even had his ears. 

“I have to go, something came up.” Taehyung rushed quickly out of the room before you could even call his name out. He must have seen the same thing you saw and he must have been overwhelmed by it, his wife having her first child and it wasn’t with him her husband.  The father was Jungkook, his co-worker and best friend, a man he basically pushed you to. 

You were in the hospital for hours alone with your son taking care of him. You figured Taehyung wouldn’t be back not now or ever, especially when he finds out how your heart was set on naming your son after his father Jungkook. You filled out the papers and were just now waiting for Taehyung to return. Depending on his reaction you weren’t sure if this baby would be a Kim like your original plan with your husband or Taehyung would leave you and you would just go back to your maiden name and your baby would have your last name too. 

Your thoughts were shortly interrupted when Taehyung  entered the room, his hands full of bags of  “where were you?” You blurted out keeping your eyes on your baby Jungkook as he slept peacefully. “I wanted to get you some food and a few other things for the baby.”

“Why didn’t you pick up your phone?” 

“I must not have heard it ring…sorry”

You quickly wiped your eyes before the tears could spill.you thought for sure Taehyung had run off with plans of never returning. You didn’t regret having this baby especially when it was the last piece you had left with Jungkook. The both of you created this precious  tiny human that you would love more than life itself. 

“Hey hey hey baby…” Taehyung sat the bags on the  nearby chair and rushed to your side. “What is it baby? are you ok?” He sat close to you at the edge of the bed. 

“I thought you left… if you want to leave you can… just tell me now because I can’t…” he shushed you gently with a rub on your thigh. 

“I love you, I'm not going anywhere I promise.”

“You might after you know what the baby’s name is.”

“Our baby he is ours and I know you want to name him Jungkook. It's fine… he looks exactly like him.” 

You carefully handed Taehyung the birth certificate papers for him to complete his part. 

You, Jungkook and Taehyung were finally home. Taehyung was very helpful with you and Taehyung the father role really looked good on him. He was a natural. 

Little did you know this was all an act on his part,  he had switched your birth control with placebos and was counting down the days once you were in the clear to have sex, he would get you pregnant as soon as he could,  that and he missed you and the warm softness of your body but he needed you to heal first. 

He let Y/N sleep and prepared her meals. His wife was so tired he let her get as much sleep as she could, so he attended to the baby mostly. Taehyung had to make his wife see him as a sweet, attentive father and that once she had his baby he would do the same for their child. 

Negative thoughts flooded Taehyung’s mind, his wife having another man’s baby before him. It always drove him crazy the reason why he did the things he did, like pushing Jungkook to his death. He would never ask you to abort the thing you would hate him and this baby was still part you and he loved you so he would learn to accept the baby, if not for him for you, it was a hard thing for him to do but not impossible he would learn,  but you just had to make it more difficult for him not only did you have another man’s child but he was a splitting image of his father and she named him after him so he would have to see this thing everyday and call it  by his name Jungkook. Even in death the bastard was still strongly present. 

Good thing Jungkook was dead or he would have to deal with him coming in and out your home visiting his son and surely fucking his wife whenever he wasn’t around. Taehyung couldn’t have that, bad enough all of this was his fault  his kinks lead him here in this very uncomfortable situation. He had to take much of the blame. He played a huge part in bringing Jungkook into both of your lives. Taehyung was sure had he never entertained his voyeurism kink none of this would have happened. You were his perfect wife, he was your first kiss, first love and the one that took your virginity. You were pure only belonging to him and it’s what led him to make these desperate decisions. 

A secret Taehyung would take to the grave was that he purposefully pushed Jungkook out of that window that fateful day he had to get rid of the problem. Jungkook was the problem, he couldn't stomach losing you to him, he had to be removed so he did. Death was the best option for getting rid of him completely; his mind was set and he even planned it out; he knew the broken window would be his perfect alibi. 

Taehyung played the mourning best friend so well you would never suspect it was anything but a terrible accident. 

Taehyung held Jungkook, feeding him his bottle “don’t worry little one soon enough you’ll have a sibling.” Taehyung wiped the corners of the baby’s mouth with his bib. The baby closed his eyes but Taehyung quickly woke him up placing him on his shoulder burping him “ you can’t sleep yet you haven’t burped yet and you’ll have bad gas” he patted Jungkook’s back gently until he heard the baby burp a few times. Of course He wasn’t a monster, he took care of him like he was his own son. 

Taehyung couldn’t wait for the moment to fill your pussy up with his cum until you were pregnant with his child. He smiled at the thought of it. It couldn’t happen soon enough for him. 

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You Know Why

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a/n: thanks for the request. this turned out pretty cute :)

word count: 1.4k

summary: dustin can’t help that every time you enter the room his eyes are on you. it doesn’t help that everyone else notices, teasing the hell out of him in the process.

warnings: none but if there is any let me know!!

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It was Saturday at the Wheeler's. Everyone was together for spring break, planning to go to the community pool in the afternoon. Robin, Steve, Jonathan and Nancy were tagging along, volunteering to be the babysitters. Eddie didn't count for the fact he was still in school. Those were Nancy's words not yours. 

And even though you guys didn't really need to be watched they still wanted to come with. To catch up and such. Steve also said that if anyone began drowning he was once co-caption of the swim team. So there wouldn't be any of that dying thing on his watch. That calmed your obviously worried nerves. Thank god Steve knew how to swim better than average or you wouldn't have come with… please note the sarcasm.

Steve and Nancy were the ones who would be driving. (Eddie's van wasn't an option since Ted said the thing was a death machine and as for Jonathan,Joyce had taken the car somewhere earlier. It was already decided who was going where.

Steve would take Robin, Eddie, Will, Dustin, and you. While Nancy took, Jonathan, Lucas, Mike, Max, and El. Robin pointed out that the sad single people were in a car together while the sappy lovers were piled together in their own. You had a good laugh at her wording.

Steve denied the sad part, stating that not everyone was sad as Dustin would be with. You agreed, wrapping your arm around Will's shoulder. Mentioning your weekly therapy painting sessions. Steve looked at you with furrowed brows, not having heard about these events. 

Robin nodded informing him that her and Eddie joined once in a while. Dustin butted in saying he was a special guest invited by you to bring light to your guys' depression. Steve stared at the group of you with an unreadable expression masking his features.

He stated he didn't know whether to be upset about not getting an invitation or glad he wasn't to that level. You told him that it should be the latter. He nodded, going to grab the floaties to put in his trunk.

Once he was done with that it was decided everyone should get in their gear. Mike and Nancy's room would be the changing station as well as the bathrooms. The transitions went fairly smooth.

The only obstacle being you were taking forever to finish up. Nancy's car was already packed up. Her trunk held the beverages that would be available in case any one got thirsty which would most likely be the case. Now the group just waited for you to make your way down the stair to, in Steve's words, get this show on the road.

That's what led to now. You being unable to clasp your bathing suit top. Mildly panicking as your arms began to ache from the overwhelming stretch and awkward angle they were at. You muttered curse words to yourself as you missed the clip once again.

Robin let out a sigh, looking at the clock as the minutes ticked by.

"You think she fell in the toilet or something?" Eddie asked. Nobody answered. Max picked at her fingernails while Lucas was inspecting his swimming cap.

"Why don't you go check on her?" Steve asked Dustin, a light smirk on his face. He turned to Steve, furrowing his brows.

"Why me?"

"'WhY mE?'" Lucas mimicked, Max let out a light chuckle. Dustin's face scrunched up in question, still waiting for Steve to answer. Who rolled his eyes.

"C'mon, man. You know why," he stated. Dustin shook his head. Looking across the group for an answer. All of them held knowing expressions.

"What am I missing here?" 

"More like who you're missing," Robin mumbled to Nancy. Dustin's eyes widened, his head snapping in the girls' direction.

"Excuse me?" Eddie let out a snort.

"Dude, everyone knows. You don't need to act all clueless about it," he informed. Dustin's panicked expression continued to take hold of his face. Fear of what the man had meant.

"Know what?" he asked nervously.

"That you're madly and passionately in love with her," Lucas said, his tone dramatic. El tried to hide her laugh in Mike's shoulder, who was also biting his lip to suppress a chuckle.

Dustin tried to play it off.

"I-I have no idea what you're talking about. Who are we even talking about?" 

"Who do you think?" Steve asked sarcastically.

"Y/n, duh," Robin stated, "Now can you find your lover girl so we can go. The sweat relief of water is calling my name." Dustin stood shocked, not answering. Robin sighed, going up the stairs to do the job for him.

"How do you know that?" Dustin asked Steve quietly.

"It's not like you make it much of a guess," Eddie replied for him, moving to stand next to Dustin.

"Yeah, I mean, every time she's in the room your eyes never leave her for more than ten seconds," Steve added.

"And how you always want to sit next to her," Lucas butted in.

"And the visible heart eyes you carry around when she's even three feet from you," Max remarked. Dustin scanned around the room, every single person nodding in agreement. He threw his hands up in defeat.

“Well sorry that I can’t control myself from admiring her beauty.”

“‘Admiring her beauty?’” Will questioned with a snort.

“Yeah, are you stuck in the 50s or something,” Mike added, making El laugh.

“It’s not my fault that she has it all looks, smarts, personality and every-”

“Who has all of that?” you asked coming down stairs. Fidgeting with your swimsuit strap. Dustin turned to you, jaw slightly dropping, lost for words.

“I-uh um.” Robin came after you. She placed a hand on your shoulder, rubbing it lightly.

“We had a little bit of a wardrobe malfunction, we’re good now. Can we go? Daylight's wasting,” she said, moving to the front door. You went after her, brushing past Dustin lightly. Everyone followed suit. 

It was a hassle trying to squish everyone in the vehicles. Steve was obviously driving with Robin in the passenger seat. Leaving you, Dustin, Eddie, and Will in the back.

“Eddie I swear, if you don’t move your arm I’m going to poke you in the eye,” Dustin threatened. You squished yourself against him, trying to make room for Will. It was hard but honest work that paid off in the end.

“Are we ready? Everyone buckled?” Steve asked.

“There's three buckles and four people, Steve. Put two and two together,” Robin said. Steve sighed.

“Alright, we’re doing this the illegal way,” he muttered, putting his hand on Robin’s headrest to turn and look behind him to back up.

“So who were you talking about?” you whispered to Dustin. His eyes wide, shaking his head, dismissing it.

“No one-”

“Hem-lier-he,” Will ‘coughed’ into his elbow, looking out the window. You smiled lightly.

“C’mon Dustin can tell me. I wanna know,” you said, bumping your shoulder with his. He bit his lip, trying to think of an excuse.

“Just tell her, man,” Eddie mumbled to him. Dustin shook his head, shushing Eddie.

“If you don’t say it, I will,” Steve threatened from the front. Dustin glared at him through the rear view mirror.

“You wouldn’t.” Steve raised a brow at him. Giving a ‘try me’ expression.

“Dustin was talking about-”

“FINE FINE I'LL SAY IT,” Dustin said letting out a sigh of frustration. He turned to you, looking you in the eyes. “Someone give me a countdown,” he demanded.

“Three,” Eddie started, “two, one, go-”

“It was you,” Dustin stated, your eyes widened. “I’ve liked you for a while now and due to peer pressure this is how you're finding out.” Your jaw dropped, an unreadable expression on your features.

“What the hell,” Dustin’s heart dropped, “Why didn’t you tell me sooner. I like you too, your dork.” You exclaimed, cupping his face and placing a quick kiss on his lips. He stared dazed, not really comprehending what had just happened.

“W-what?” he stuttered. You giggled lightly, taking his hand in yours.

“I….like…you…too,” you stated slowly. A loud cheer of excitement came from the front seats.

“Woooo, let’s go! The ship has sailed. The ship has sailed,” Robin exclaimed, reaching over to push the horn. Steve shooed her hand away, swerving into the next lane almost clipping a car, making you lean more into Dustin. Another fit of laughter left you as you squeezed his hand harder to try and hold onto something. His smile mirrored yours.

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