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clawsdevour · 6 months ago

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𝜗𝜚˚,. iwaizumi husband hcs

wc: 0.6k content warning: post-time skip, fluff, ideal husband goals idk bout yall, not proofread

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-Iwaizumi, the type of husband to be the one to rise up early in the morning. He has a morning routine that obviously requires basic necessities like showering, brushing his teeth, and making breakfast without causing a disturbance in your slumber. However, he will wake you up with gentle forehead kisses when he knows you have something important planned on your schedule.

-Iwaizumi, the type of husband to plan all of your vacations and little adventures. He likes to incorporate what you want to see during the trip while being able to enjoy and unwind. He's the one booking all of the hotel rooms and researching the sightseeing spots.

-Iwaizumi, the type of husband to love having simple date night dinners with you. Like I said he's a planner of some sort, so he'd definitely also be reserving a restaurant he knows you'd like. Iwaizumi simply just likes to sit across from you while you talk once more as if you first met each other for the second time.

-Iwaizumi, the type of husband to come home late from working overtime to see you've fallen asleep on the couch waiting for him. He'd kindly wake you up by peppering you with kisses and whispering to you. When he believes you're back in your consciousness, he'll carry you back to the bedroom where you're able to sleep soundly by his side.

-Iwaizumi, the type of husband to send you texts throughout the day to just check up on you because he's curious. Many of them would definitely be a 'have you eaten yet?' because he cares about your physical and mental health. He likes to know that you're able to take good care of yourself while he's gone.

-Iwaizumi, the type of husband to give you the best massages when he realizes that you're having an even slightly rough day. He'd tell you to come sit in front of him while his large hands loom over your slump shoulders to work their magic on you. He'd also tell you how amazing and lucky he is to have you.

-Iwaizumi, the type of husband to enjoy the morning sight of you, just right out of bed. You could be making breakfast with your sleepy eyes that're half awake and messy hair that's still untouched. He'd think it's really cute and walk over to put his beefy arms around your waist with his chin on your shoulder while mumbling out a 'did you sleep well?'

-Iwaizumi, the type of husband to love having little deep conversations about your guys' relationship right before you two sleep. You're staring right into each other's eyes while you whisper sweet little stories about how you've met and how far you've come while his giving you a kiss on the back of your hand.

-Iwaizumi, the type of husband to take the day off to take care of you when you're sick. He'd be in charge of your cooking your meals until you start to feel better. On days when you feel so bedridden, he'd serve you breakfast in bed while taking your temperature and changing out the dampness of the wet towel on your forehead.

-Iwaizumi, the type of husband to always dream of having children with you. He clearly states the future he wants to build which includes you being in it, he can't see one without you. He loves the idea of having your children roam around his house.

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enhanextdoor · 4 days ago

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𓂃۶ৎ 𝐓𝐈𝐋 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐃𝐎 𝐔𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓, 𝐈 𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐒? ━━━ 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾.

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부인 성명 (disclaimer) : read at your own risk. mentions of illness (your mother is sick). there is going to be fluff and angst themes. NOT PROOFREAD

taglist: @choisanswife. @leehsngs.

to be honest you didn’t want to get married, on top of that you had to marry park jongseong. it was ideal obviously since neither of you were in love with each other, but your mother was dying and wanted to see her daughter getting married. he had his reasons for the wedding except he wouldn’t tell you what they were. you didn’t even care enough to know. you just had to be married to him for two years then you could file for that divorce like he had promised. you were two months into this sham of a marriage and your family was coming to visit in one week. since the wedding you two had barely spent any time in the same room. you hardly acted married, but when your mom called jay made sure he was always chiming in and he kept up with your life so his responses seemed fitting.

tonight you decided you would make dinner for the both of you since you needed to go through what talking points you would be having with your parents. you were in the kitchen when jay stepped through the doorway. he had been hanging out with the guys again which was typical especially since it was the weekend. “how are they?” you questioned as you tried to focus on the cook book in front of you. “uh.. good. jake says hi and ni-ki says you haven’t played him back in darts?” he arched an eyebrow slightly as he walked further into the kitchen. “what are you doing?” it almost sounded like he was trying not to laugh and that pissed you off. “cooking, what does it look like?” you retorted and pulled your hair out of the way. “okay, yeah. i’ll get the take out menus.” he said as he walked towards the assigned junk drawer where you kept menus to your favorite local places. “excuse me? no. this is going to be the best damn meal you’ve had all year park jongseong.” you point to the door of the kitchen. “now get out of my kitchen.” he laughed on his way out of the kitchen with his hands partially up. “okay, okay, but if i get food poisoning.”

despite the comments from jay you made the meal from the cookbook and it tasted so damn good. you had to get a little taste of course before serving it in case it was bad. you were proud of this meal, really proud actually. you walked the two plates to the table in the dining room, setting the plates down in your respective spots. “okay y/n, let’s show him.” you muttered to yourself before walking up the stairs to find jay plucking away at his guitar. you stopped to admire him for a moment since he hadn’t noticed you just yet. he really was talented even if you didn’t want to fully admit it. “hey.. dinner is ready.” you stated after clearing your throat to get his attention. he looked over with an amused smile, “are we sure it’s edible?” he joked a little and you narrowed your gaze. “swear to god i’m going to feed you dog food next time.” you grumbled before walking right back down the stairs. jay put his guitar up and followed behind you.

you both sat in silence as he went to take the first bite and you watched in anticipation, wondering what he was going to say. he was chewing and he even closed his eyes while doing so. you had no clue if that meant he liked it or was trying to hide the grimace, you thought it tasted good. “this is…” he kept you hanging for a moment. “out with it park!” you said and he held his finger up to indicate he wasn’t ready to give his answer. “...really good.” he opened his eyes to look at you which only caused your own eyes to roll. “you are are such a dick.” he couldn’t help but laugh at your comment and you both kept on eating in silence just enjoying the cooking.

“i guess we should talk about your family coming. how is your mom doing?” he questioned which filled the air with a little bit of an eerie feeling. you didn’t like talking about everything going on with her illness, but jay always made sure to check in. “the doctors say maybe another year, but even they aren’t sure.” a frown crossed your lips and you averted your gaze to the table. “you know if you ever need to talk about that, i’m right here.” his voice seemed to be laced with a empathic tone that made your heart feel so warm. “i know, thank you.” you felt bad enough considering that you convinced him to marry you using your mom’s condition.

the next week came and your family was staying with the both of you so that whole sleeping in different rooms thing would have to wait until they were gone again. jay took some days off work the same way you did to spend time with your parents. your father and jay were out in the backyard and you were in the living room with your mother. you had brought her some extra pillows to help her get comfortable and sat down across from her. “y/n, i really love seeing you with jay. seeing the way he looks at you. i know you’ll be taken care of when i’m gone.” she bore a little bit of a sad smile and you returned it. if only she knew that this marriage wasn’t what she thought it was. jay didn’t love you and you didn’t love him, did you? no. you didn’t, at least that is what you had to tell yourself.

after some time jay and your father came back into the house laughing about something and you glanced over, your own face reflecting the smile on his. he was always so sweet with you and your family. “jay, come sit with me for a moment.” your mother called out patting the spot next to her and he sauntered over, sitting beside her and taking her hand when she held it out for him. “i love how happy you make my daughter.” she commented and he gave her hand a little reassuring squeeze. “i love how happy she makes me.” he teased back and your mother looked so overjoyed. “ah well i’m glad to hear that, but you know i’m on a bit of a time crunch what are our thoughts on grandkids?” she looked so sly while saying that. “mom!” you called out and you felt your cheeks flushing with embarrassment. he busted out with a loud laugh and everyone else followed suit. “we haven’t really talked about that yet but i promise we will keep it in mind.” he finally answered after the laughter calmed down.

that night after dinner your parents went to settle down in the guest room leaving you and jay to clean the kitchen. you were washing the dishes up and he was cleaning off the table when you finally decided to speak up. “jay.. i don’t know how i’ll ever make all of this up to you.” your words lingered followed by a minute of silence. for a second you weren’t sure if he even heard you, but he approached the sink and his eyes felt like they were burning into your skin so you turned to meet his gaze. “y/n, you know i never told you why i got into the marriage. i didn’t have to do it, but i said i had my reasons remember?” he was stood a little closer than you had expected him to be. “yeah i remember, never understood why you couldn’t just tell me.” you scoffed a little and set the sponge you were using down. “i married you because i had feelings for you. i knew you didn’t feel the same, but i figured that if we lived together and spent more time together maybe just maybe you would end up feeling the same way.” he confessed as his one hand rested on the counter top next to you. your eyes widened and you weren’t expecting a love confession. you weren’t even sure how you felt to be completely honest.

“i um.. well i’m not really sure how to respond to that. you married me because you have feelings for me?” you sounded confused and honestly that is the reason people are suppose to get married, love. he told you what any girl would be dying to hear that he is genuinely in love with you and your heart was racing you knew that much yet you couldn’t say the words back. “i don’t understand.” you said quieter than you spoke before. “it’s okay, i don’t expect you to say it back or even feel the same. if we get to the two year mark and you still want the divorce then we get the divorce but if we get there and you think you love me too then why not try this for real? we are only two months in so that gives you twenty-two months to figure out what you are feeling.” he smiled and placed a small kiss on your cheek. “i’m going to head to bed, you take all the time you need.” he put his hand on your arm for just a second, admiring every feature of you before dropping his hand and walking himself up to the master bedroom.

you stood there trying to process everything, every moment from the time you both got engaged to now. you were fake engaged for six months before this little marriage came along so it wasn’t like you didn’t know jay. you became closer friends in the time that you were living together and maybe you did catch yourself watching him a little longer, smiling at him, enjoying his presence instead of your alone time. were you in love with park jongseong? was this marriage that started as a lie going to turn into a real marriage? there were so many questions running through your mind. every sweet moment that you shared jay replayed in your mind, the times he held you through your tears after getting results from your moms tests, and even the little teasing arguments the two of you had. you were hopelessly in love with jay. shit, you are in love with him.

you made your way upstairs and into the room that tonight you would be sharing with jay. he had already gotten himself ready for bed and his attention turned to you when you walked into the room. “jay, i think i love you too.” you were just standing in the doorway and he tilted his head just a little. “you think? i’ll take it.” he broke into a smile and you just walked over to him. “yeah i think, i want to keep trying this and like trying to be in a relationship for real.” he nodded as his hand moved to rest on your hip and you were closer than before. “i like the sound of that.” you two leaned in to kiss, but right as your lips were going to connect you heard your mothers voice. “what do you mean for real?”

c. enhanextdoor ; do not copy, repost, or translate my works.

a/n: i hope you all enjoy this fic and sorry it ended on a lil cliffhanger mwhehehe

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