#and his husband calming him down because he gets too fed up

[meeks-peaks]

Benoit Blanc being gay means SO much to me, not because I love gay representation, but because he’s just gay and that’s it. It doesn’t add to the plot, it doesn’t even add anything to his character in particular, he could have easily been straight or not have a partner at all, it just doesn’t matter. But he’s gay, he has a partner (bonus point because it’s hugh grant) and it doesn’t fucking matter, it’s never mentioned, we don’t even see them together. He’s just gay because some people happen to be and THAT’S GOOD REPRESENTATION RIGHT THERE. 

[astraysimp]

Hi besties! I’m back with more dad!skz Hannie edition! I hope y’all are ready, because Han and his twins are a handful and a half! I’ve really been enjoying writing dad!skz, maybe I’m having slight baby fever idk 

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Summary: Yours and Han’s twins ( fraternal boy and girl) are a handful…..yet somehow Han may be the most to deal with. 

⌦ .｡.:*♡ Warnings: Dad!Han, your twins are 1 year old, both twins have Han’s cheekies and boba eyes( it would be a crime if they didn’t), super fluffy, pouty Hannie, pet names, boy boy is a mumma’s boy and baby girl is a daddy’s girl, fem!reader

⌦ .｡.:*♡ Ji-Yeong is your energetic daddy’s girl, who is TOTALLY wrapped around her little finger 

⌦ .｡.:*♡Ji-Seok is your more calm baby. He is definitely a mommy’s boy but does get in trouble with his sister. The older twin–even if it’s only by 2 minutes 

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You had just gotten home from work, feeling tired and ready to settle down for the night with your babies and husband, Jisung. Parking your car in the driveway and locking the doors, you toed your shoes off, letting out a sigh. Expecting to hear laughing and giggles, you were met with silence. Confused, you made your way into the kitchen, seeing your husband asleep on the couch, two sleeping babies next to him. 

But…..it  was dinner time. Smiling to yourself, you leaned down placing kisses on their heads. “Sungie? Honey? Wake up, my love. It’s dinner time, we got two hungry babies to feed.” You whispered, seeing him shuffle, as your baby boy started waking up. Jisung, then, opened his eyes, looked around, still groggy. “Huh? What? Oh, hi my love. You’re home.” He sleepily smiled, pecking your lips. You smiled and carefully took Ji-Seok into your arms, feeling him nuzzle into your hold. “Hi my baby boy, did you miss mommy, hm?” You smiled, as he put his chubby hands on your cheeks, smushing his lips to yours. “Mommy gets a kiss,too? Waaaahh, my baby is too sweet.” You smiled, seeing Jisung get up, with Ji-Yeong in his arms. Turning to them, you smiled, kissing Ji-Yeong on her cheeks. “Oh my goodness! Is that my precious flower?!” You smiled, pressing more kisses to her and her brother’s faces as they giggled. Pouting, Jisung looked at you, his lower lip jetted out. “W-what about me? I was your baby first. Where’s dada’s kiss?” He whined, cheeks puffing up just like the twins’. Laughing, you kissed  him all over his face, pressing multiple kisses to his lips. “Is that better,hm? My big baby.” You giggled, pinching his cheek, as he nodded.”Okay okay, I have three hungry babies to feed,” You smiled.

Once you and Jisung made it to the kitchen, you each sat the twins in their high chairs and fastened bibs around their necks. “Hmmm, are my babies hungry? Do my babies want to eat?” You smiled, as the twins smacked their hands against the trays of their highchairs and Jisung nodded. So, you grabbed each of their bottles, food and spoons, before sitting in front of them. Taking a spoonful of mashed sweet potatoes, you hold it out to Ji-Yeong, then repeating the same to Ji-Seok. “Aaahhhh, say ahhh. Mmmmm yummy.” You smiled, as they ate, their cheeks puffing up just like Jisung’s did. But, then you turned your head , where Jisung sat pouting. “Yah, Yeobo-ah. What’s wrong?why are you pouting and sulking and not helping me feed them?” He whined, crossing his arms, “I want to be fed too!” Jisung whined and your jaw dropped. “Yah! Aigoo! Sungie, they’re babies , you’re an adult. Why do I need to feed you too?” You groaned, resuming feeding the twins. “Because I was your baby first, yeobo! What about me?!” Rolling your eyes, you flicked his forehead, and grabbed his chopsticks. “Say ahhhh, my babies,” You smiled, feeding them sweet potatoes, before turning to feed Jisung a bite of his Japchae. Watching his cheeks puff up, you smiled as he chewed his food. “Mmm, thank you, darling.” he muttered, through a mouthful of food. You just rolled your eyes.

45 minutes of feeding three babies–yeah Jisung that includes you– you put the empty dishes in the dishwasher and picked up Ji-Seok. “Aigooo, my precious prince is getting so big. But, now it’s bath time, so you get all clean for bedtime.” You smiled, tickling his tummy. Jisung had Ji-Yeong in his arms, bouncing her as he kissed her cheeks. “Bath time for my babies. Sungie, that doesn’t include you.” You pointed at him, before kissing Ji-Yeong’s nose. “Wah! Why not?!” “Yah, what do you mean why not?! You’re an adult. I’m not bathing you!” You three back, walking to your upstairs bathroom. Following you up, Jisung  whined,”But wwwwhhhyyyyyy? I want you to bathe meeeee,” He pouted. You sighed, running a bath for the babies, you undressed Ji-Seok and set him in as Jisung did the same with JI-Yeon. Bath time went as smoothly as it could with twins and a whiny Jisung. “Baby, I will do your skincare routine for you, that’s it. No bath, take it or leave it.” Yo untold him, as you washed the baby shampoo out of Ji-Seok’s hair. Nodding his head, Jisung smiled and giggled to the twins. “Wahhh, isn’t mommy so nice babies? Should we give her kissies?” He smiled, carefully picking both babies up (with a small groan) before they all pressed their lips on your face. Laughing, you returned their kisses, as you took Ji-Seok into your arms, drying with a towel and dressing him into pajamas.”Ooooh, thank you so much my babies. My sweet babies.” 

You and Jisung made your way into the twins’ nursery, both babies in pajamas and ready for bed. Smiling, you carefully laid Ji-Seok in his crib, a stuffed quokka next to him–we know you did that, Jisung. Kissing his forehead you smiled, walking over to where Jisung has laying an already asleep Ji-yeong in her crib. You and Jisung kissed her forehead.”Sweet dreams, my angels.” You smiled, holding Jisung’s hand, as you made your way back to the bathroom; after you shut the nursery light off and closed the door. “Time to get my third baby ready for bed too huh?” You smiled, gently pushing him to sit on the closed toilet seat. He smiled and nodded,sliding his hands around your waist. “Yes, please, baby.Thank you,” he smiled, pecking your lips. Kissing him back, you smiled and slid a hairband on him. “Wah, so cute. My precious Sungie.” You pinched his cheeks as he laughed, his heart shaped smile appearing. “Ssttoopppp. You’re making me blush.” He pouted, cheeks turning red as you giggled. Washing his face off with facewash, you wiped his face with a toner pad. “ Why should I stop? My hubby is so cute and he gave me the cutest little munchkins.” You smiled, squishing his cheeks. Pulling you against him, he whined, “Jagiyaaaaaa, stopppp. I’m all blushy.” He smiled and rested his chin on your stomach to look up at you. “But, you’re so cute. Sooooooo cute, those big eyes and that cute nose and puffy cheeks. Gaahhh I just want to bite those cheeks!” You giggled, kissing his nose and cheeks, multiple times. Pouting, he stood up and pulled you into his chest. “Let’s go to bed, can’t handle your cuteness, anymore.” He smiled, pressing a kiss to your lips. So, you finished your night routines and brushed your teeth, ready to cuddle in bed. 

Reaching your bedroom, Jisung flicked the lights on and made his way to his side of the bed. “Tuck me in, please?” He pouted at you, making grabby hands. Giggling, you nodded and walked over to his side, holding the blankets up.”Sure, jagi. Get in.” You smiled, as he climbed in and settled himself against the headboard. “Mmm, so warm. Thank you, darling. “ Nodding, you climbed into your  side of the bed and slid into his side. Suddenly feeling sentimental, Jisung placed a kiss to the top of your head and squeezed you tighter to his side. “Hey, honey love?” He asked, looking down at you. You looked ar him , and soothingly rubbed a hand against his chest. “Yes, my dear?” You softly smiled, reaching up to run a hand through his hair. “Thank you.” He said, softly. “For what, Sungie?” You asked, watching him as he ran a hand through his hair before grabbing your hand and fiddling with your wedding ring. “Everything. For choosing me, loving me, saying yes to me, marrying me, giving me the twins. Just….thank you. I love you so much, and the twins. You three are my world, my everything.” He whispered, still messing with your ring. Smiling softly, you pulled him into a soft love filled kiss. “Oh Jisungie, my sweet hubby. I will always choose you, always have and always will. It’s always been you, for me. Thank you,too, for choosing  and loving me. And for showing me what love is, whether it’s the love you show me or the love you show our angels.” You smiled, eyes welling up with tears. He,too, teared up and pulled you in for a tight, warm cuddle. “Yeobo…….my little honey bear…..we were meant to be together in every life in every universe.” He whispered, wiping your tears. “You’re my Sungie. I love you,” you whispered in his chest,a day of taking care of your babies(including Jisung) catching up to you and fell asleep. He smiled and turned the lights off, patting your hair. “And you’re my ynnie, forever and always.” Those were the last words he whispered, falling asleep,himself.

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Tags| @jinnie-ret @binsito @channiesbakery

[tteokdoroki]

aali i'm sick— after reading your post about vacation in italy with Yoichi i just can't stop thinking about how would it be new husband!isagi!! Like you've only been married for 3-4 months and he's so sad and frustrated he has to stay away from you! imagine he broke into bachira’s room not knowing that megs is in live on instagram, and just starts wailing with his face buried in the pillow while stamping his feet on the bed like a child. He's like, “I don't get how some guys are so desperate to get rid of their wives. Because I've been away from my wife for two weeks now and I think I've gone through all the stages of grief like 3 times”, and megs is all👀👀 just reading all the comments scrolling quickly on the screen—

im gonna throw up on myself i need him so bad?? isagi is just that guy who’s absolutely whipped for his partner — if it’s not soccer his entire world is revolving around you so when you’re separated it’s like everything is falling apart. especially with you both being newly married because he just wants to enjoy the domestic life with you, get used to setting up the rest of his life with you.!

i can imagine isagi being the whiniest husband too, slumping all over bachira other teammates as soon as they’re done with matches or practice just to complain about how much he wants you. he’s always like “miss my baby.” “sick of being around you fucking losers, i miss my wife.” “when can i go home, my baby’s waitin’ on me.”

he gets INSUFFERABLE without you, the team gets fed up of isagi quickly (they’re all losers and feel like he’s showing off his precious baby) — so when bachira live streams the whole thing it gets back to you quickly.

then there’s clips all over the internet of isagi gushing over you, whining for you and tweets surfacing from people wishing they had isagi as their partner. a particular moment of you calling your husband in the middle of the stream to calm him down goes viral cause it’s just him kicking his feet on the hotel bed, squirming to answer n just see your face.

like imagine isagi acting like a little school girl with a crush when he sees your contact saying something like “oh my god shut up she’s calling, my wife is calling!” he’s so cute :(

[auxiliuno]

𝑵𝒐𝒆𝒍 𝑵𝒐𝒂, ʳᵉˡᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿˢʰⁱᵖ ʰᵉᵃᵈᶜᵃⁿᵒⁿˢ ᵖᵗ.²

ᵀᵃᵍˢ: ᵐᵃʳʳⁱᵉᵈ ˡⁱᶠᵉ, ᵖʳᵉᵍⁿᵃⁿᶜʸ, ᶜʰⁱˡᵈʳᵉⁿ, ˢᶠʷ

• When you get pregnant, he knows that it is very hard and would be with you every step of the way.

• He would take time off from the soccer world while you're pregnant so he can fully support you throughout your pregnancy.

• He is an amazing husband!

• Understands that pregnancy hormones are tricky to deal with, especially since you're growing a small human being inside of you.

• He would never get annoyed at your outbursts or emotional meltdowns.

• Holds you gently until you calm down or feel better.

• Cravings? Check. No matter how outlandish or what time it is; he will fullfill your cravings, even if it means going to the convenience store at 3 am, buying pickles and peach gummies together.

• Does housework for you (Even after you have children, he is such a sweet husband).

• When it is your delivery day, he is by your side the whole time through your contractions; holding you and reassuring you that you are so amazing and that you will always be the only love for him (plus his children).

• As you are giving birth to his children, he holds your hand and encourages you to squeeze it as hard as you can -- if it means he can take away some of your pain.

• Once you successfully deliver the baby, he doesn't even realize tears are coming out of his eyes; you will be the one telling him with a tired smile: "why are you crying Noa?" "Ah, it's nothing y/n....it's just you gave birth to the most beautiful baby girl/boy..." He would say softly, holding them and giving you a kiss on your forehead. "Thank you for giving me your everything, y/n. I promise I will give my all to our beautiful family."

• Once you get out if the hospital, he convinces you to take it easy and just let him take care of everything.

• All you have to do is make sure the baby is happy and fed; he will take care of everything else.

• Hates it when he has to go back to his soccer career, even though he postponed his return long enough that you've recovered from your first pregnancy.

• Because being abroad holds him back a lot from spending time with the family, he always asks to FaceTime you guys so he can see his wonderful wife and children.

• He always calls you and texts you before and after games or practices.

• Every morning, no matter what the time difference is, he will always make sure to send you a good morning text and tells you his schedule for the day: "Good morning mon cœur, I'm going to training now, and I have an interview later at 5. Remember to take care of yourself and call me when you're free okay? I love you. ❤️" .

• Tells you when matches are, so you can watch him on TV with your children.

• Your children(s) will look up to him so much; he is their superhero!

• He is aware that him going abroad a lot might be bad for his children because he is not as present as a usual father is.

• He still tries his best to be as present as he can in their lives. So, whenever he does have time with you and the children, he does everything with you guys.

• Takes the family on vacation, shopping, arcades -- anything that forms core memories with the family.

• Even if it's just at home, he plays outside with the children and teaches them soccer.

• He never yells at the children; gentle parenting all the way!

• Although, if the children still misbehave after a light scolding, he will pull them aside and tell them in a more serious voice why their behavior is bad. (Coach mode: on).

• Almost -- spoils the children too much.

• It's hard for him to say no to such cute face's; so you often have to be the bad guy and say: "No!"

• But he still knows when he is going too far and shouldn't give them everything they want; the last thing he wants is for his children to grow up to be spoiled brats that expect everything to be handed to them.

• Teaches them humility and compassion.

• He spoils you though -- buying you things, expensive or trendy, and always cuddles with you whenever he can.

• Even when he's away from you, he can never stop thinking about you and the children; you guys are his world.

• You gave him purpose in life.

• Before he met you, all he knew was soccer -- he was lonely even with all the wealth and fame.

• Every decision he makes now is based on how good it is for you and the children.

• You two rarely get into arguments; although he is bad at expressing emotions, he still tries to communicate everything gently with you. (He's so soft-spoken).

• If you two ever actually do get into arguments, he never raises his voice at you nor becomes petty.

• He apologizes to you for the thing that caused the argument in the first place and works out a solution with you.

• Finally, if you are a big animal person, he would raise any animal with you (just don't go too overboard with how many you raise).

Hi everyone! I haven't updated in a bit, but I had so much fun writing this! (Noa is so sweet I love him so much).

Hope you guys enjoy, thank you! Pt.1 here

-auxiliuno

[martiny0rk]

Back To Kindergarten

Summary: Jamie with a Teacher

Word count:725

Author's Note; This is a request but this is future me coming and fixing the story so i do not have the request on me

The sounds of playing five-year-olds filled your first-year classroom. Their recess had to be moved inside because it was too stormy outside.

While you were sitting at your desk glancing over the artwork the kids had just completed before recess. There was a soft knock that could be heard on the door to your classroom that was shut.

You set the papers down that were in your hand wondering who could be at the door to your class that was also when the kids that were on the rug playing with the different things you had set out for them to keep their little brains distracted.

As you finally got the kids to calm down from them asking many questions of "who is it" and just down right wooten and hollering because, most of the students in your class were wild little boys who think duty means poop.

Once you finally got to the door you saw a very familiar set of eyes when looking through the window on the door.

As you got the door unlocked, your husband of a couple of months comes in holding your bag of forgot lunch that you had left on the counter at home.

Jamie took this as a chance to leave the house as he started to get bored in your guys shared home.

"you forgot your lunch on the counter honey so i wanted to bring it to you" Jamie spoke as he stood in the doorway into your classroom holding the plain colored lunch bag in his hand.

Jamie has always made sure you were always fed, because of your past relationships with food and everything.

you take the plain colored lunch bag from his hands taking into yours as you gesture to come into the class as he has been there many times before as you needed his help setting up a few things in the class.

As Jamie makes his way inside the class room a little girl whose name was lily walks over to him gently tug on his pants which made him look down at the little girl that he had a few interaction with since visiting your classroom

Jamie kneels down to the little girl height so he could be face to face with the piggy tailed five year old.

"are you staying jammers" Lily spoke which didn't come out clear as she is five what do you expect.

The little girl had started to call him jammers because she had a hard time pronouncing Jamie due to her having a speech impediment. He wanted the kids to be comfortable with him so that's why they call him by his first name not his last name like they do to you.

Jamie looked over at you waiting for you to answer as he didn't want to overstep in your classroom.

you nodded your head "yes" at your bright eyed husband as it was only an hour or two of class left but the real reason why you let him stay is because, you love seeing the way he is around kids.

Jamie turns his attention back to the little girl says "i sure am now."

Lily eyes light up in joy knowing that he was staying as she starts to drag him over to where the other kids were.

"I will be over there in a minute let me speak to Mrs. Drysdale real quick." he spoke softly to the girl who was about to pull over to the rest of the kids.

Lily nods her head going back over to the other five year olds while Jamie keep his attention on you.

He wraps his arms around pulling you into a big hug giving you a kiss not before making sure the kids weren't watching.

"maybe we should start making our little family" Jamie spoke into your ear which made you softly giggling knowing he has had baby fever for the past few weeks.

You looked up at him finally giving in as you knew would be an amazing dad one day.

Jamie grinning big knowing what may happen after you both get home but for now he walked over to the little kids starting a game of duck duck goose.

you sat back at your desk watching him imagining him playing different games with your guys future kids.

[venic-bxtch]

If I didn’t meet you

Synopsis: Pregnant Y/N asks Jack who he would have dated if they never met.

Paring: Husband!Jack x Wife!Black fem reader

TW: Talk of morning sickness and pregnancy

You were making your morning Mint Tea to calm down your morning sickness. Kaliea, your daughter, had been changed, fed, and put to play in the playroom.

Your husband was asleep since he stayed out late last night.

You walked back into the bedroom and sat at your white armchair you read at. As you opened up the blinds near you so you could see,Jack finally woke up.

He looked over at you smiling. His hair was messy and his eyes squinting,”Good Morning, baby.”

You got up to kiss his forehead,”Morning J.”

He sat up and patted on the spot where you sleep,”Come sit.”

You pouted,”Jackkk, my tea is gonna get cold!”

He chuckled,”You could get a blanket, put it on your stomach, then put your tea on your stomach and drink. Problem solved!”

You groan,”Fineeeeee. Only because I love you.” You got your tea from the side table and went to sit on the bed. You did as he said.

He stared at you for a while, smiling.

You raised an eyebrow,”What? Is there something on my face?”

He put his hand on your cheek,”Nah. You’re just so pretty.”

You smiled,”Thank you handsome.” A random question popped into your head,”Jack, if we never met. What would your life be like? I know mine would be..interesting…” Your parents had wanted you married off to a close family-friend of yours, since both families were religious.Your father owned a chain of designer resale stores across the country. Your family friends family owned mega churches and charities. You both went to the same church throughout your lives until you moved from Louisville to Florida. But there was no romantic feelings.

You and Jack met when he went on a summer vacation with his family during middle school years. You happened to be at the same beach that day. Your family had also happened to set up the beach umbrellas and chairs right next to Jack’s families umbrella and beach chairs. Your younger siblings built sandcastles together, practically giving you two a reason to speak to each other.

You left the beach that day with his phone number and a new crush, and the rest is history.

Jack furrowed his brows,”No clue…Why?”

You sighed,”Just curious. But seriously, who would you be with and what would your life be like?”

He began,”Well, I wouldn’t be Kaliea’s dad, we would have never been married, I would have ended up with a girl at my school who also had a similar passion for rap. Andddddd,” He put his hand on his heart and spoke dramatically,”I can’t imagine not giving you my kids. The process of it especially.”

You smacked his arm,”Jackman!”

He put his hands up in surrender,”What? It’s true. You liked it too!”

You smiled,”Yes I did. I can’t front on that.”

He nodded, smiling,”As you should. Now, where’s my morning kiss?”

You laughed,”Here.” You leaned in and kissed him. The kiss became more passionate by the second, then you pulled back,”Smush, I would….but I’m ok with one baby in my stomach for now. You’d make it happen even if it wasn’t possible.”

Kaliea began crying.

Jack got up,”Ah, I love fatherhood.” He said joking. He looked back at you,pointing,”And yes, I would make it possible, I am a very determined man.”

A/N: Just a little something before I put up chapter 3 of first class. I’ve been very busy with studying😭Psychiatry is not easy. Bear with me for now.

-Michelle💗🎀🌺

[bangthemsonyeondamn]

Too Damn Loyal

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Word Count: 12.6k

Genre: Married Couple, Some light BDSM, Light dom/sub, Mature Audience Only.

Summary: both are absolutely in love with each other but he thinks she deserves better so OC just get's angry and umm yeah, punishes him (they both want it). dorks in love who are whipped for each other, Jungkook loves to yap & blushes a lot. here he is from a poor background married to a very rich women and he feels insecure. he loves to argue and rile up his wife, his wife has a thing for calling him her "husband". she calls him her perfect man and remembers every slight thing he mentions. Soft Dom wife who is ready to do anything her husband asks him to and he get's angry because she's "too damn loyal" to him. Warning: Mentions of alcohol, candle wax, blindfold, gag, flogging, riding crop, handcuffs.

Notes: IF UNCOMFORTABLE KINDLY SCROLL AWAY :)

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Jungkook is your husband of 2 years. You married him because you fell for him first and proposed to directly marry, he was shocked and on the moon because he did have a crush on you back then. It took him multiple dates to agree to marry you. Both of your parents didn't agree because according to them you don't belong with each other, well you think otherwise cause he is the perfect one for you. 

Your parents think he's just with you for money and his parents think you're too controlling for their son. There were really limited people in your wedding unlike your sister's which you and Jungkook got an invite to, well your sister only invited you knowing damn well you're married and won't go anywhere without your husband.

Some people just stare at him and don't even approach him even though they know he is the husband of one of the most influential personalities. When people speak to you, they ignore him like he is not even there or straight up insult him saying "if you need a job, call me I have a position for you".

You get fed up with them and you both sit in the corner while the ceremony comes to an end almost. Jungkook sits next to you while holding back tears he holds your hand

"I can't stand hearing that," he said in a whisper.

You squeeze his hand for some support because you know how toxic your family is, they put a facade of being kind to the world. sometimes you think you're like that too, you only care about Jungkook and yourself that's it.

"Let's go" he takes your hand and starts walking with you. once you were away from everyone, he looked at you, holding back tears "d-do you still love me?"

"hun i only love you no one else" As soon as he heard that he hugs you tight not wanting to let you go.

"I love you so much" he whispered in your ear.

"my baby please calm down" you rub his back for support.

He holds you tighter not wanting to let you go, his heart is racing "I hate them so much"

"me too"

He looks at you, his eyes are a little red. "I hate the way they look at me, they treat me like I'm just a bug"

"Do you want to eat out in a hotel?" you said distracting him because you don't want to stay in the wedding and stress him out.

He nods "please" he said in a whisper still holding onto you, not wanting to let go

You hail a taxi, he is still holding onto you tightly, you can see that he is shaking a little and still holding back tears. "baby you can cry just make sure to take deep breaths okay so you don't choke"

He nods, and after taking a deep breath he starts crying quietly, his tears stream down his face, he buries his face against your shoulder, the sobs are shaking his shoulders. he keeps holding onto you, his fists clenching your shirt, his head buried in your shoulder, his body still shaking as he cries. You can hear him faintly muttering I'm sorry's and I love you's in between sobs.

"I love you always remember"

you answer him. He tightens his grip on you as you say that, crying even harder.

"I love y-you too" he managed to say in between sobs, his breathing  and shaky. "promise you'll never leave me...please" he said, his voice shaky, looking up at you, his eyes red and tear filled, his fingers still clenching your shirt.

"I'll die but won't leave, okay? you said rubbing his back so he calms down. He nods, he hugs you tighter and buries his face against your chest, still crying, you can hear him mumbling "I love you" over and over again like a chorus. he leans up and rests his forehead against yours, his face wet with tears, he takes  breaths, his voice is shaky, but he manages to speak. "please don't ever leave me, please...you're the only light in my life"

"You have to promise me as well" you said and intertwine your fingers.

Holding your face in his shaky hands "I promise I won't. I wont, ever, ever, leave you, I promise" he said, his voice still shaky from crying.

"I swear I'll find you okay?" you said and left soft kissing on the back of his palm. He nods, holding you close "promise me? You'll always find me no matter what"

"No matter what" you whispered in his ear.

"And I'll do the same for you" he said quietly, hugging you tighter, you feel his tears trickle down his face again. He buries his face against your chest again, breathing shakily "promise me" he repeated again, his grip on you tightens.

"I promise my gguk" hearing you call him 'my gguk' makes his heart beat faster, he clings onto you even tighter, and nods "I promise too, my love"

"Let's go?"

He takes a few deep breaths to calm himself down, still clinging onto you though "yeah, let's go. I want cuddles" forgetting about eating.

"After eating" you remind him that you're going to a hotel not home.

He finally lets go of you "yes, food, then cuddles" he said quietly, you can still see the evidence of tears on his cheeks, but he's slowly beginning to calm down.

"you should fill your tummy to the brim okay?" you said hugging his bicep.

He smiles faintly  "I'll do that, for you. I'm really hungry"

"yes let's eat"

he says taking your hand in his "let's go then"

"it's a expensive restaurant"

you said as he was busy looking at the exterior of the hotel.

He raises an eyebrow "how expensive are we talking? I didn't exactly bring a lot of money"

"what? I'm paying" you tell him.

 He shakes his head  "Nuh uh, I'm paying. I'm the husband, it's my job"

"nuh uh I'm your wife it's my duty to fill your stomach"

 He pouts at you  "and it's my duty as your husband to spoil you and buy you things. So I'm paying"

“it's my duty to always make you happy”

 He pouts even more, knowing that he won't be able to win this argument, but he's stubborn  "You make me happy by just existing. Paying for your food is the least I can do"

“no smiling is the least you should do”

He smiles faintly "I won't smile until you let me pay. Or at least let me pay half"

“okie don't smile I can handle angry kookie”

He tried to act angry, folding his arms defiantly, still refusing to smile "I'm serious, I'm paying. Or letting me pay half. I won’t smile until you agree"

“fine by me, don't smile, c'mon”

He frowns again, stubbornly refusing to smile, he mutters something like "I'll win this argument some day" but he grabs your hand and leaves the car and starts heading towards the restaurant.

He stops in his tracks at the sight of the prices. He slowly looks at you, his eyes wide, and he just mutters 

"Are you sure we shouldn't go somewhere cheaper?"

“no, only the best food for you”

He looks back at the prices, still shock and sighs, he knows he won't win this argument 

"A-are you sure? It's a lot of money"'

“hmm excuse me, we're ready to order" you said ignoring your sulky worried husband.

The waiter looks up and smiles at you "what would you like to order?"

“We'll have 2 wagyu steaks, oysters, and Hawaiian Pizza. Chocolate pudding, cajun sliders, 4 cans of beer and 2 bottles of soju”

The waiter writes down your order and smiles again  "Certainly, your order will be delivered in a few minutes. Can I ask for both or your names please?"

“mr & mrs jeon” you said proudly.

The waiter smiles wider upon hearing that  "Okay Mr and Mrs. Jeon. Please, take a seat and your food will be with you within few minutes"

After the waiter left, Jeongguk still looks slightly shocked as he spoke up 

"Love...that's gonna be so much money. How- how are you going to pay for this?"

“Babe, just eat and don't use your brain” he pouts, but he nods, not wanting to argue any more. He knows he won't win. 

"But I'm paying next time. Okay?"'

“hmmm”

"I see, you're going to be difficult when it comes to that aren't you?"

“Hehe” you giggle

"you're so stubborn."  he muttered before grabbing your hand and linking his fingers together. you brush his hair back. He closed his eyes and smiled slightly at your touch, the tension in his shoulders seemed to melt away as you caressed his hair, he held onto your hand with a comfortable firmness but not too tight. He hummed quietly and relaxed against your touch. 

“ggukie”

His eyes still closed, he made a questioning noise to show that he's listening. He slowly opened his eyes and looked at you, his hair somewhat messy from you touching and caressing his hair, and he smiled faintly at you. The earlier tension and pain seemed to be nowhere in sight, only blissful and comfortable calm remained on his face 

“Should we go shopping tomorrow?”

His eyes narrow at the mention of shopping  "Yeah! I'll be able to spend time with you, and we'll be spending more money"  he teased jokingly at the end, being sarcastic. 

“not just for you” you already have enough clothes.

He smiled wider at that, tilting his head to one side  "You're spoiling me too much. You need to let me spoil you too."

“Another time” he pouts slightly at that, he wants to spoil you too  "When will that be then, love?"

“hmmm I will decide later”

He tilts his head slightly again at your vague answer, but he smiles at you too.  "You really are stubborn, you know that?"  he teased playfully 

“uh huh”

He sticks his tongue out at you and huffs slightly, still pouting  "but it's one of the things I love about you. It's adorable when you're stubborn, even if it's annoying sometimes"

“The dishes arrive, let's eat" he nods, his gaze lingering on you for a few more seconds as if committing your face to memory, and then he starts eating happily. He looks up at you as he chews his food and smiles  "these are so good"

“hmm”

“it's too god” you mispronounce with a mouthful of food.

His mouth is full with food as he tries to find words to tease you. "It's really god"  he said in between chews and smirks at you, copying you. he swallowed before speaking again 

"I love it. You really chose all my favorites"  he beamed at you, his eyes shining in both fondness and happiness. He seemed a little too happy just because he was being fed with his favorite food.

“Eat well”

He takes another bite and hums happily, nodding. 

"I'm eating well. I'm happy you fed me my favorites. I'm happy I get to be with you. I'm a really lucky man"

"I'm the lucky one"

He smiles widely, shaking his head as he swallows 

"No, I'm the lucky one." he says, staring at you with nothing but pure love in his eyes 

“No I'm it's obvious ask anyone” you reply back quickly.

His gaze still holds lots of love "No no, I'm the lucky one. Look at you, beautiful, kind, sweet, loving, adorable. I'm definitely the lucky one"

“Look at you handsome, cute, adorable, sexy, goodlooking, hardworking, gentle, kind, passionate, respectful, sweet, caring who can compete with that” you said it made him flustered. 

“I can also do anything for you”

He smiles softly and reaches out to gently stroke your cheek "I know you can. You do everything for me, love. Which is why I'm the lucky one to have you. You're too good for me"

“No you're way too good for me”

He shakes his head firmly, cupping your face in his hands gently. "No, I'm serious. You're so perfect. I don't deserve you, and yet you love me anyway, and it's honestly a wonder how I managed to capture your attention."

“You're perfect, I just act like I am”

He gently pinched your cheek playfully at that, shaking his head again "Stop that. You're not just 'acting' like anything. You are perfect. You make me happy just by existing, and I will defend that till the day I die. You're perfect no matter what you say"

“hehe says the perfect guy himself,” you said, drinking beer and opening a can for him too.But he doesn't stop holding your face in his hands, he gently caresses your cheeks with his thumbs gently and playfully.

"You're perfect-ier okay? Way more perfect than me."

“so you're perfect-iest more perfect most perfect”

He laughs quietly at your words and the way you worded them. 

"There is no such word as 'perfect-iest' love"  he teased, pinching your cheek again 

“Also no such thing as perfect-ier”

He rolled his eyes playfully, sticking his tongue out at you, 

"You know what I mean"  he pouted, looking at you with his puppy eyes for a split second before looking away again 

“you also know what I meant”

Shaking his head again, still pouting slightly, but his expression was a mix of playfulness and slight pouty annoyance.

"Hmph. You're so stubborn"

“you too” you teased. Trying to distract him from all the harsh words he heard today. 

"Yeahhh, so what? I'm stubborn"

He said it as if it was a challenge. He crossed his arms, as if a challenge for you to respond to that. 

“you're still my man”

He relaxed a little at that, arms falling loosely by his sides, slight smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. his whole demeanor softened slightly at those words. 

"I'm still your man"  he repeats your words, his voice soft and loving 

“will always be"

He smiles widely at those words, the smile reaching his eyes as he says  "And you will always be mine. Forever."

“hmm ofcourse I can't let anyone snatch you my handsome husband”

He raised an eyebrow, a cheeky smile spreading across his face as he said, 

"Oh really now? Why's that, love? Are you worried that someone will steal me away from you?"

“hmm sometimes”

He hums thoughtfully, a slightly teasing tone in his voice, 

"Oh? Is that so? What's the reason for the 'sometimes', hm? Don't you have confidence that I won't leave you?"

“I don't know”

He chuckles quietly and shakes his head "Really? You don't know? I thought you would. Do you doubt my love for you, darling?"

There's a slight teasing in his tone, but he's also curious. he wants to hear your answer 

“I don't doubt you I don't trust others” you answered what you felt in your heart.

He hums at that, his expression visibly softening as you answer. the slight teasing in his tone is completely gone, replaced by a hint of tenderness and understanding 

"You don't trust others, so you get worried that they can take me away from you. Is that it?"

“Yeah”

He takes hold of both of your hands in his. He looks deeply into your eyes as he spoke in a soft, tender voice 

"Love, you really don't have to worry about that. No one can take me away from you, or you away from me, okay? We're in this together, forever. You're stuck with me forever, darling"  he added teasingly. 

“You too,” you said truthfully.

 He agrees, giving your hands a gentle squeeze.

"Only you. Just you. And I don't want anyone else either. You don't have to worry about losing me. I'm yours, darling"

“I'm my Jungkook's as well”

He smiles wider at that, there's a slightly possessive edge to his smile 

" Exactly. You're mine, all mine."

“Let's go?” you said standing up with support at the table, you both are tipsy and dazed because of the soju

“Go get the taxi, I'm just getting the bill”

He nods and stands, stretching his arms over his head and groaning quietly at the slight strain in his muscles in a way that he knows you find stupidly attractive. His shirt lifting up just the tiniest bit, revealing a narrow strip of tanned skin. He then turns to head outside and hails a cab.

 After getting the cab, he looks back and sees you exiting the restaurant, he turns fully to look at you directly, his gaze lingering on you for a few extra seconds, as if he had a hard time taking his eyes off you. After a few seconds, his gaze flicked up to the impatient cabby before he looked back at you with a small grin on his face.

"Love, you should hurry up, the cabby's impatient"

“yeah this is for you” you hand him his corn ice cream.

He takes corn ice cream, his eyes widening in surprise and he looks at you with an affectionate expression, as if he's saying 'you remembered' without actually saying anything.

"Thank you, darling"

“Love you”

Slightly looking away from you for a moment and taking a bite of the ice cream as he muttered out 

"Love you too..." his words were slightly muffled by the food in his mouth, and he tried to act nonchalant as he refused to look at you directly. 

 He continues to eat the ice cream, his gaze turning back to you every few seconds, as if he can't look away for more than a few seconds at a time. He hums quietly, his expression visibly softened as he eats. His pouting, though very slight, is still present as he looks at you. It was clear that he's trying to act nonchalant, even if he's not doing a very good job, his gaze still lingering on you every few seconds. There are some thoughts in his head and the soju he drank is just encouraging him more.

He looks at you, his tongue sneaking out to lick the ice cream dripping down the side of the cone, his gaze still lingering on you as he did that. 

"You are staring at me or something, love?"  he said in a slightly playful tone, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips as he raised an eyebrow at you.

“Huh?” you question him because he’s the one ogling you.

 he looks amused at your response, still eating the ice cream, his gaze still on you, he then chuckles quietly, shaking his head slightly 

"You are staring at me, love. Did I have food on my face?"  he teased, smiling slightly as he raised the cone of ice cream to his lips and took another bite.

“you're the one staring at me and then the window? I thought you want to say something”

"I'm not staring. I'm just taking glances every few seconds. Totally different."  he muttered, stubbornly looking out the window 

“hmm ofcourse” you said.

His pout deepens as he still refuses to look at you  

"Love, can I ask you something?"

 He asked, still looking out the window, but he sneaked a slight glance sideways at you, observing your face subtly.

“Yes bub”

He hesitates for a moment before continuing slowly and quietly  "You don't doubt me, right..."  he glanced at you again before looking out the window again, his expression slightly vulnerable for a split second. 

“About?”

He bites his lower lip slightly, nervous. He's obviously not sure of how to continue, he looks out the window again, before speaking up again 

"You don't.. Doubt that I will cheat, right... Or leave you... For someone else...?"

“Of course I don't doubt bub, but sometimes circumstances are not in our favour okay?”

He nods, but the vulnerability on his face is still there, he can't hide it even if he tries. He glances at you again 

"I know... But... You trust me, right? You trust that I won't ever cheat on you...?"

“I trust you with my blind eyes”

He smiles faintly at that, still looking slightly vulnerable. He's still not quite confident that you fully trust him, but at least these words give him some sense of security.

"Even with your blind eyes..."  he repeats in a soft, quiet voice, as if he's reassuring himself more than trying to reassure you.

“Yes even if you push me off the cliff i would believe it was because you wanted something good for me okay?”

He looks at you, his eyes widening slightly in shock at those words. He doesn't say anything for a moment, just staring at you with a mixture of shock, disbelief, and a hint of tenderness 

"Love... You can't say things like that. Stop being so loyal, it's dangerous"

“huh? What's wrong with being loyal and in love with my husband? Why is it dangerous?”

Shaking his head in disbelief. He looks exasperated and there's a slight hint of affection in his eyes at your words, 

"Love! You shouldn't say that. You shouldn't ever be loyal to someone, to anyone, to the point that you would still trust them if they pushed you off a cliff! That's way too much love!"

“It's not anyone gguk, it's you bub”

Rolling his eyes slightly. He can't help it, even your sweet words makes him want to playfully bicker a little,

"It doesn't matter if it's me or not. My point still stands, you're too loyal to me and it's dangerous"

“So what?”

He sighs, shaking his head in slight disbelief. There's a hint of fondness in his expression at your stubbornness,

"So what? So it's dangerous! What if I did something terrible huh? And you would still trust me even if I pushed you off a cliff or something. That's dangerous"

“hehe would you push me off a cliff?” you giggle at him.

He looks at you, his expression suddenly serious. He's silent for a moment, staring at you with a firm, intense look in his eyes 

"Of course not. Never. I would never do that. I would die before I'd push you off a cliff"

“ Exactly why I trust you”

In slight annoyance, his expression became slightly stubborn and annoyed. Despite how he's feeling, he can feel himself softening at your answer, 

"You shouldn't trust me that much though love, it's dangerous. You need to consider yourself more"

“hmm how about no?” you replied back knowing this will make him annoyed.

"No? No? You're supposed to listen to me love. And I'm saying it's dangerous and you shouldn't trust me that much. Your loyalty is going to get you hurt"

“What's wrong, is something bothering you?”

He sighs, his shoulders dropping slightly, 

"I... No, nothing is bothering me. It's just that, you're way too good for your own good, love. And I don't know what to do. You're so loyal to me that it's dangerous. It makes me worry..."

“Don't worry nor I'm being too much nor you”

Quietly looking at you with a slightly stubborn expression. Even though he claims he's not worried, the worry and concern is clear on his face

"I can't help but worry though. You're too loyal and loving, someone could take advantage of that"

“Do you trust me?”

He nods instantly, the stubbornness and slight annoyance fading away instantly.

"Of course, I trust you fully, darling. You know that. I'm worried about others using your loyalty to take advantage of you"

“I'm only like this with you. Do you believe me?”

His expression visibly softened, the stubbornness completely gone. He looks at you with a slightly tender expression and nods.

"Yes, I know you only act this loving and loyal with me. But that doesn't mean someone can't take advantage of you and your loyalty"

“I'm not close to anyone other than you bub, only trust you and no one else, don't worry”

He hums quietly, looking at you with a slight frown on his face, still worried 

"I know love. I know you're not close to anyone but me. That's what's worrying me. You only trust me, what if I do something to betray your trust one day?"

“Would you?”

He scoffs as if he can't believe you even asked him that. He looks at you with a mixture of annoyance and disbelief at your words 

"What? Of course not! I'm not going to betray your trust, you should know that!"

“Exactly I know that, that's why I trust you”

Looking away for a moment before looking back at you again. His annoyance is gone, and only a gentle stubbornness is present in his expression now.

"You shouldn't be so trusting. Just because you know I wouldn't betray your trust doesn't mean you shouldn't keep some boundaries. You shouldn't be this loyal to me, love"

“okay”

He raises an eyebrow at your response, he's a bit surprised that you actually seem to listen to him for once. 

"Okay? You're really going to listen to me for once? No arguing?"

You’re silent and watching out of the window.

He looks at you, slightly surprised at your quietness. Usually, you'd be arguing with him right now, refusing to listen to what he said. But you're just quiet now, a mixture of annoyance and fondness visible on his face 

"You're being surprisingly obedient right now love"

 He looks at you with a hint of curiosity, trying to figure out what's going on inside your head right now. He's never seen you be this obedient and quiet before 

"You're usually more stubborn than this. What's going on in that pretty little head of yours, love?"

You smirk but don't say anything staying silent the whole time.

Slightly irritated with your sudden silent stubbornness. He's used to your usual feisty personality, and this sudden quietness is throwing him off.

"Love, stop being like this, it's strange. You should be arguing with me right now, it feels weird to not have you fighting back with me"

He reaches out without thinking, grabbing your chin gently and pulling your face closer to him so he can examine your expression closely 

"Love, talk. Why aren't you arguing with me? You're usually so stubborn, and now you're quiet. It's driving me crazy"

 When you remain silent, his grip on your chin slightly tightening as he pulls your face even closer to him, his gaze narrowing in frustration 

"Stop being quiet. I don't like it. Talk. Now."

He looks at you, his fingers still holding onto your chin, his expression becoming slightly angry as you continue to stay silently stubborn. Again, trying to keep his annoyance in check but failing miserably. His deer eyes stare into your making it difficult to ignore him.

"Love, either talk or I'll kiss you. Which one is it going to be?"

He's becoming increasingly frustrated with your continued silence. Without giving you any time to respond and grabs your chin tighter, pulling your face even closer so you're mere inches away from him, his gaze darkened with annoyance and a hint of desire 

"Fine. You want to be stubborn? Then I'll just force you to open your mouth. And I won't mind if I have to kiss you to do it"

“Your ice cream” you said pointing at his ice cream.

Rolling his eyes at your response, he loosens his grip on your chin slightly 

"Forget my ice cream. I have something sweeter in sight right now"

“My mouth's bitter rn”

 he scoffs, his grip still on your chin, looking at you with a slight smirk, his gaze darkened 

"Oh yeah? I highly doubt that. I bet your mouth is sweet as honey, love"

“No it's bitter rn”

He tuts, shaking his head slightly, his smirk still in place. He leans in, his face even closer to yours, his lip almost touching yours 

"Is that so? Well, I'll have to see for myself. I think I should taste your mouth and see for myself"

“It's bitter because my husband thinks I shouldn't trust him”

His grip on your chin tightening slightly  "That's not the point, love. I don't mind you trusting me, I just don't want you to be too loyal. There's a difference"

“There is no such thing as too much loyalty” you said with sass.

"Yes, there is love. You're too loyal, it's dangerous. You should have some boundaries, you shouldn't be so trusting and loyal to me that you'd go to the extremes if I asked you to"

“It’s my choice” 

"That's exactly my point, love. You're willing to do anything I say even if I don't ask. You shouldn't be this loyal. What if I ask you to do something bad? Or what if I push you too far? You're too trusting, love. You should have some boundaries"

“I don't care”

His expression darkened even more, his eyes filled with annoyance and frustration.

"Damnit love, you're pissing me off. Stop being so stubborn. You can't just trust me with anything and everything. You need to set some boundaries. Damnit, I'm trying to look out for you"

“And I'm looking out for you”

His expression visibly softened slightly. His grip on your chin loosens a little, and his glare fades a little.

"Love, you don't have to look out for me. I can look out for myself. You're the one who's a saint, you don't need to worry about me"

'Me, a saint?’

He rolls his eyes at your question, his expression becoming annoyed again. 

"Of course you're a saint. You're too loyal and loving. You're willing to overlook all my mistakes. You're too good for your own good and you're too loyal to me. You're a saint"

“If I'm a saint then what are you?”

"Me, I'm far from a saint. I'm flawed and human, I make mistakes and I shouldn't be trusted. I don't deserve your saint-like trust and loyalty, love"

“Then what do you deserve?”

He looks away for a moment, his expression almost sullen and vulnerable for a split second before he snaps back to his usual expression 

"I don't deserve anything good, love. I know that I don't deserve you. I know I'm far from being worthy of your loyalty and love"

“Then what do I get?” you annoy him with you questions.

He's trying to keep his annoyance in check, but he's struggling a bit 

"Nothing. You don't get anything, love. I don't deserve you but I'm too damn selfish to let you go."

“I don't get anything too?” he looks adorable being angry at you both you’re doing this so it can end how he wants.

"No, you don't get anything, love. I'm too damaged and broken to give you anything good. You shouldn't waste your time and love and loyalty on someone like me"

“so what should I do”

"You should... Stop caring about me. Stop loving me. And find someone better" oh he didn’t dare.

You close the gap between both of you.

He's briefly startled by your sudden movement but quickly regains his composure. His grip on your chin tightens again, and he looks almost taken aback by your sudden close proximity 

"Love, what-what are you doing?"

“Can you watch me? someone else kissing me, hugging me, touching me? Huh?” you ask in a challenging tone.

He looks at you, confusion and anger flaring up in his eyes at the thought of someone having their hands on you, their lips on yours.

"No. No, I can't watch that. No one can touch you like that. You're mine."

“Then how could I ever find someone better when the best is my own husband”

He blinks for a moment, slightly startled by your words. Your words take him by surprise, he wasn't expecting that. He looks at you, a mixture of confusion and frustration still visible in his eyes, but there's a hint of vulnerability now 

"Love, I'm far from the best. I'm broken and damaged, I'm not the best choice for you"

“Then who is? you're my husband mine I didn't marry you blindfolded I married you because I knew what's best for me”

His face becoming slightly softer, the anger and irritation slowly fading away and being replaced by a mixture of vulnerability and tenderness 

"I know you married me by choice, love. But I'm not good for you. You shouldn't be so loyal to me, I don't deserve it. You deserve someone better"

“Someone better? What if he cheats on me, lies to me, betrays me?” a brief flicker of anger appearing in his eyes. 

"Someone better, love. Someone who isn't as flawed and selfish as I am. Someone who isn't as possessive and broken as I am. Someone who isn't damaged and has the capacity to love you better than I can"

“Jungkook there is no one as good as a man you are, no one else” he looks away for a moment, struggling to maintain his firm stance and not let himself soften against your words.

"Love, you're too loyal. You see me through rose-colored glasses. I'm far from a good man, love. You need to see me for who I really am and stop being so loyal and loving towards me. You're only setting yourself up for disappointment" okay now he is saying too much. 

“If I'm setting myself for disappointments then let it be I choose that myself not you”

"That's exactly what I'm talking about, love. You're too good for your own good. You shouldn't willingly set yourself up for disappointment, you should have standards and boundaries. You shouldn't be so naive or naive to trust and love me like this"

“Then why should I not love you when I actually love you, not care for you when I'm always worried about you, not love you , hug you, kiss you?”

He becomes even more frustrated, conflicted between his own desire for your love and loyalty and his belief that you deserve better.

"Damnit love, you're too loyal and giving. You shouldn't love me, you shouldn't care for me, you shouldn't love me or kiss me or hug me. You should have some boundaries, some standards for yourself"

“I will decide my boundaries and isn't love limitless , boundless?”

“Of course, love is boundless and limitless, but that's not the point. You're too good to me, you're too loyal and naively trusting. You're putting your own well-being at risk by loving me too much"

“There is no such thing as loving too much”

"Yes there is, love. You're loving me too much. You're going to the extremes and putting yourself and your own well-being at risk by being so fiercely loyal and loving towards me"

He knows earlier you should be close to your family you left them for him. you used to go on dinner with friends, trips, shopping sprees with them and now no one even calls you because you know they are gonna badmouth and insult your husband for no reason.

Now you just go from home to office and back home again because you broke relationships with anyone who said even the slightest insult to him.

This wedding is when you met your family after 6 months of contact and he made you leave again without eating with them. He knows you can't tolerate anyone speaking rudely to him so he tried to keep his emotions in check. but earlier he just burst and now those feelings are rising again.

“Well this is my love and you're stuck with me. you don't get any options to get out of it”

Your words make his heart flutter, but he tries to keep his demeanor firm and controlled.  "You don't know how annoying it is to know that you love me so fiercely and loyally. I'm supposed to be the one protecting you, not the other way around"

“No, we love each other right?”

Your words soften him for a moment, his expression becoming more vulnerable and tender. 

"Yes, love, we love each other. But you're being too loving, too loyal, too fierce in your devotion. I'm not worthy of it, love. I'm not good enough for you"

“If we love each other and we care for each other then we also protect each other, understand?”

He wants to argue, but your words make it difficult to argue. 

"Yes, love, I understand. We protect each other. But you're being too vulnerable, too exposed, too loyal. You're putting yourself at risk by loving me so fiercely"

“Guess what, I don't care,”  you said without any emotion in your voice. 

How can he argue against you when you're so fiercely loyal? 

"Love, that's exactly what I'm talking about. You're too willing to give yourself up, you don't care about yourself. You're too damn loyal"

“Deal with it, your ice cream is melting”

Your words snaps him out of his momentary vulnerability 

"Love, I swear you're such a handful. Forget my ice cream, I have a more stubborn and difficult sweet thing in front of me now"

“I bought it so you can eat it while you watch out of the taxi and relax, take your thoughts of stress for a while but you...

You pause for a while deciding to tease him even more.

“Jungkook?”

He looks at you with a mixture of annoyance, frustration, and affection in his eyes 

"What? What do you want now, love?"

“Do you have anyone else?” you know he is gonna be pissed. 

He blinks in surprise at your question, his expression becoming slightly taken aback. He looks at you, slight disbelief in his eyes 

"What? What kind of question is that? Of course, I don't have anyone else. Why would you even think that?"

“Why would you say that I'm too loyal you should be happy that I'm loyal not scared that I'm loyal, it's giving me some dangerous thoughts”

His hand resting on your hip "Love, you're overanalyzing my words. I just meant that you're taking it too far. You're being overly loyal, it's worrisome"

“Yeah I'm taking it too far” You decide to shut up for the whole ride.

Slightly amused by your sudden decision to be silent. He glances at you, a hint of a mischievous smirk forming on his lips. 

"Oh, decided to be quiet, love? It's a miracle."

The silence in the car made him feel both comfortable and restless simultaneously. The only sound in the car is the hum of the engine and the soft sounds of the city outside. He steals glances at you, his expression becoming conflicted again as he fights against the urge to start another argument 

Again, the silence in the car became almost unbearable. He can't take it anymore, the need to talk to you and hear your voice is too strong 

"Love, why are you being so silent now? You were being so stubborn earlier, and now you're suddenly quiet?"

Growing more and more frustrated with your silence. He can't stand not knowing what you're thinking, it's driving him crazy. He looks at you, his expression pleading 

"Say something, love. Anything. Just talk to me. Don't keep silent like this"

You both reached home and you paid the taxi before Jungkook could open his wallet and you walked straight towards the elevator, ignoring him. He quickly follows you, closing the distance between you in a few long strides. He enters the elevator with you, standing close. He watches you intently, his expression a mixture of annoyance and concern 

"Love, what's gotten into you? Why are you being so quiet like this?"

Watching you closely as the elevator ascends. The silence in the enclosed space feels deafening. He can't stand it, he needs you to talk to him 

"Come on, love. Say something. Don't keep giving me the silent treatment"

“Say I'm right”

He's caught off guard by your sudden demand 

"What? Of course you're right, love. You're always right"

“About this argument”

He doesn't want to admit it, but you're right and he knows it. 

"Fine, you're right about this argument. You're always goddamn right"

“say it like you mean it”

He looks at you, knowing that he has to concede defeat 

"You're right, love. You're always right. You have the high ground in this argument, and I know it. I was wrong"

“from your heart” you know you’re pushing it.

He sighs, knowing that he has to acknowledge your victory 

"Love, from the bottom of my heart, you're right. You've won this argument, fair and square. I was wrong, and I apologize"

“Apology not accepted” You decided to tease him, he ate your brain the whole ride.

He looks at you annoyed, not expecting you to reject his apology 

"What? Why not? What do you want from me, love? I just admitted that you were right!"

“You said I should not forgive you and keep boundaries right I'm doing just that”

His expression became conflicted again. He's caught in a stalemate, his own words coming back to haunt him 

"Damnit, love, you're really going to use my own words against me now? I was just trying to protect you, to set boundaries"

“ Exactly”

He feels trapped, knowing that he can't win this argument 

"Damnit, love, you're making this difficult. I can't win with you, can I? Even when I'm trying to protect you, you turn it against me"

“No not against you against your words”

Sighing in resignation as he realizes the irony of the situation 

"Love, you're really twisting everything I say, aren't you? I was only trying to protect you, to set boundaries. But now, you're using my own words to resist me"

"I'm not resisting you , you said to not care about me, don't love me blah blah blah" you unlock your penthouse.

He follows you into the penthouse, more frustrated and concerned, 

"Love, that's not what I meant, and you know it. I just don't want you to be so blindly loyal and devoted to me. You should have some standards and boundaries"

“ Exactly i've having boundaries right now”

"Love, you're being difficult. I never thought you'd use my own words against me like this. I'm just trying to protect you, to be the best husband possible"

“I'm always the one being difficult” he is just pissing you off now.

"Yes, love, you're always difficult, especially when it comes to protecting yourself. You're stubborn and loyal to a fault, and it drives me crazy"

“Yeah I'm at fault”

His tone is firm and serious,

"No, love, that's not what I mean. You're not at fault for being loyal and loving. It's one of the things I admire about you. But you need to have some boundaries, some limits, or you'll leave yourself completely open and vulnerable, and that worries me"

“I'm having right now but you're still behind me” you enter your bedroom after rooming your heels and jacket.

"Love, I'm not behind you because I'm trying to control you or smother you. I'm behind you because I worry about you. I want to protect you, to make sure you're safe and cared for"

“If you don't want me to be loyal then don't care about me at all” you said removing your shoes and jackets, walking in the bedroom. 

"Love, you know that's not possible. I can't just stop caring about you, no matter how hard I try. You're a part of me, and I can't just turn off my feelings like a switch"

“ Exactly gguk i can't stop being too loyal out of the sudden of just have boundaries out of the sudden”

"Love, you're right. I guess we're both stuck with each other's flaws, huh? You can't stop being too loyal, and I can't stop caring about you. I guess we're both doomed to drive each other crazy"

“Strip” you don’t want to run your mouth for baseless arguments anymore and get straight down to business.

He was surprised but amused at your command. He looks at you, a slight smirk forming on his lips, mission complete

"You want me to strip, love?"

“I won't repeat”

"Alright, love, you don't have to repeat yourself. Just know you're really testing my patience"

He starts to unbutton his shirt, watching you the entire time

“On the bed”

He finishes unbuttoning his shirt and drops it on the floor, revealing his toned chest. 

"Bed, huh? As you wish, love"

 He moves towards the bed, still watching you intently 

“Hand”

"Hand? You want my hand on the bed?" he says knowing well what you meant but he had to just make you more mad.

He places his hand on the bed, looking at you with a smirk 

“Give your hand to me,” you said calmly.

"Here you go, love. My hand is all yours"

“Both”

He extends both his hands towards you

"Both my hands, love. They're all yours"

You put the handcuffs on him.

He looks at you, a hint of a sly smile on his lips

"Handcuffs, love? You're really going all out tonight, aren't you?"

You locked that handcuff to another cuff and locked it to the headboard.

“As you wish, love. I'm all tied up and at your mercy now"

You get up and go into the closet, watching you as you disappear into the closet again. He's handcuffed to the headboard, his hands secured above his head, and he's curious about what you're up to in the closet.

"Love, what are you doing in there? Leaving me here all tied up and defenseless?"

His ears perked up at the sound of the shower turning on. He strains against the handcuffs, trying to get a glimpse of what you're up to.

"Love, are you taking a shower? Leaving me here all tied up while you're there rinsing off your perfect body without me?"

He kept blabbering, his words becoming a little more desperate and needy as the sound of the shower continued.

"Love, come on, this isn't fair. You can't leave me here all tied up while you're in there taking a nice, hot shower. I want to be in there with you, feeling the water on our skin together"

You come back with a full robe on and it touches your ankles.

His eyes widen as he sees you re-enter the bedroom. He watches you carefully, his expression a mix of anticipation and frustration as you approach him in a full robe 

"Love, you tease. You come back looking all innocent in that robe, knowing damn well what effect it has on me. It's torture"

You start to blow dry your damp hair ignoring him.

He becomes frustrated as he watches you blow dry your hair, completely ignoring him. His handcuffs rattle against the headboard as he tries to shift his position to get your attention.

"Love, you can't just ignore me like this. You're torturing me, you know that, don't you?"

Straining against the handcuffs, he says

"Love, stop ignoring me. You're driving me insane, and you know it. I'm handcuffed to the bed, completely defenseless, and you're just blow drying your hair like I'm not even here"

Watching you go back into the closet again. He's starting to feel more and more restless, his heart racing at the thought of what you might be getting

"What are you doing in there now, love? Coming up with more ways to torture me while I'm all tied up here?"

You bring back the dark black velvet box and he knows what's in it. his heart rate picking up at the sight of the velvet box. He knows exactly what's in it, and he can't help but feel a mixture of excitement and trepidation

"Love, you're bringing out the box. You're really going to use it now, aren't you?"

You took out some things like candles, blindfold, flogger, riding crop, and gag ball. Something which you’ve tried on him yet but you think it’s time.

He sees the assortment of items you've taken out of the box. His breath hitches in his throat as he tries to contain his anticipation

"Love, you're not holding back tonight, are you? You're bringing out all the toys, huh?"

His gaze shifts between the items you've retrieved and your smug expression. The handcuffs rattle against the headboard as he squirms in anticipation. 

"Love, you know exactly what you're doing to me right now. Teasing me with all those toys, keeping me tied up and at your mercy. You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

His voice became more strained and pleading.

"Love, please, don't keep me in suspense. Use those toys on me. I'm at your mercy, completely at your mercy. Just do what you want with me, please. I can't take this anticipation anymore

“You talk too much” you said but internally you’re cooing at his desperation for you. 

"I'm sorry, love. I just can't help it. I'm so eager, so needy. I want you so badly, and I can't keep my words in anymore. Please, just touch me, use the toys on me, do whatever you want. I'm all yours. Just please, don't keep me waiting any longer"

His body jerked slightly at the touch of the crop on his abdomen. His muscles tense, and his breath hitches in his throat. you caress the crop on his abdomen.

"Ah, love. You know how sensitive I am there. You're driving me crazy. Please, don't tease me like this"

You tie the blindfold on his eyes, not too tight. his breathing becomes heavier as you tie the blindfold around his eyes, restricting his sight. He's completely at your mercy now, completely trusting and submitting to you

"Love, I can't see a thing now. Do what you want with me. I'm all yours to use and control"

His body trembles faintly as he adjusts to the loss of vision. He's completely dependent on your touch and direction now

"Love, this is torture. Not being able to see you, to see what you're doing, what you're going to do to me. It's driving me insane. Please, do something. Touch me, speak to me, just something, please"

His body shivers once more as he feels the crop tracing a path from his abdomen to his thighs. His breaths come in shallow, ragged bursts as he tries to contain his excitement 

"Ah, love. Your touch, it's so light, so delicate. Yet, it's driving me insane. I want more, I need more. Please, don't stop"

His body shakes violently at the unexpected strike of the flogger. A muffled gasp escaped his lips as the pain registers, sending a jolt of pleasure through him. You’ve left a mark on him on the outer side of his left thigh.

"Ah, love. That was unexpected. You really know how to catch me off guard. Do it again, love. I want to feel more, I need more"

“Turn back” you command. 

 His body is still trembling from the last strike. His senses heightened and his body aching for more. 

"Love, you want me to turn my back to you? I don't mind. I'll do whatever you want"

“Butt up”  you’re not really in the mood to speak.

His cheeks flushed as he obeys your command. He turns around and gets on his hands and knees, presenting his butt to you.

His heart racing as he positions himself in the way you've ordered. The anticipation and excitement is building inside him. He feels completely exposed and submissive, just the way he likes it.  

Instead of the flogger he expected you're dripping candles on his cute butt. his skin burns slightly at the sensation of the hot wax drizzling on his sensitive skin. He gasps and hisses at the mixture of pain & pleasure.

He suddenly feels the flogger connecting with his skin, eliciting a louder gasp and a shudder from him. The combination of pleasure and pain is overwhelming, the sensations blending together in a heady mix that has him struggling to catch his breath.

The candle drips moving towards his back abandoning his butt, his body jerking slightly as the candle drizzles move and trails up his back. He arches his back involuntarily, his shoulders tensing with anticipation as he waits for the next sensation to come. The contrast between the burn of the wax and the pleasure of the flogger has him dizzy with need.

He doesn't notice but you're writing something with drips. His focus entirely on the sensations he's experiencing, completely immersed in the pleasure and pain. He doesn't notice the words you're writing on his back, lost in the moment and completely surrendering himself to your control.

You continue with the flogger, his body arching and twisting in response to the flogger. His breaths come in shallow, rapid gasps as he tries to process the sensations flooding his system. He doesn't know what's coming next, which makes it even more intense and enjoyable for him.

The crop is in front of his lips and he knows what to do, already knowing what you want him to do with the crop. Eager to please you, he opens his mouth submissively, his lips parting eagerly to accept the crop.

“You enjoy riling me up don't you pup?”

His voice coming out in a needy, submissive tone

"Yes, love. I do. I love riling you up, pushing your boundaries, testing your limits. It's a thrill for me, knowing that I can make you lose control. I want to please you, love. I want to be the one who makes you lose your mind with desire"

“hmmm you love being put in place right?”

"Yes, love. I love it when you put me in my place. I love it when you take control, when you make me submit to you. It's a turn on for me, knowing that I'm completely at your mercy"

"What do you want me to do?"

"Please, love. I want you to do whatever you want with me. I want to feel your touch, your control, your dominance. I want you to take me to the edge and beyond. I want to give myself to you completely, to surrender to your desires and wishes"

“okay count for me”

"Yes, love. I'll count for you. How many strokes do you want me to count?"

“How much you want to argue with me after I fill your stomach and buy you that cheap ice cream that you didn't even enjoy because you love running your mouth so much” you said in a dominant tone which caused him to gulp at your words. He knows he was out of line, and he's ready to accept his punishment

"I'm sorry, love. I shouldn't have argued with you after you filled my stomach and bought me that ice cream. I shouldn't have run my mouth so much. I think I deserve 20 strikes, love. Is that adequate enough for my disobedience?"

You don’t reply using words and directly strike.

He lets out a gasp of air, the breath leaving his lungs in a sharp exhale. He counts aloud, his voice shaky and breathless.

"One"

He braces himself for the next strike, his body tensing in anticipation. The sensation of the lash against his skin is intense, sending a wave of pain and pleasure through his body. He counts aloud again, his voice filled with both need and love. his voice coming out in ragged pants as he struggles to catch his breath. There are tears in his eyes, a mix of pain and pleasure coursing through him. His face is vulnerable and contrite.

The blindfold was soaked with sweat and tears. He can feel the cloth sticking to his skin, and it's hard to see through the moisture. But his body is aching for more.

“Turn back again”

He is still lost in the sensations and the pain. But he does as he's told, turning around and presenting his body to you once more. The stinging pain on his back serves as a reminder of his obedience and submission to you. He closes his eyes, his breaths coming in shallow,  gasps.

You lean down and licks his tears, his body shuddering at the sudden, intimate touch of your tongue on his tears. He lets out a soft gasp, the sensation sending a shiver down his spine. you move south on his neck to continue your licks, his breath catching in his throat at your intimate gesture. The sensation of your tongue on his skin is both soothing and arousing, and he finds himself unable to move from you. He craves your touch, your attention, your presence, and he can't help but let out a soft, needy moan.

You roam your hand around his chest to calm him down, his body relaxing under the gentle touch of your hand roaming across his chest. The sensations are soothing and calming, and he leans into your touch, seeking more of the comfort and reassurance it provides. letting out a soft sigh of relief as his breathing gradually steadies.

But that calmness is gone the moment you put the gag in his mouth, His breathing quickens, his body tense with anticipation. Now silenced, he can only rely on you to guide him and give him what he needs.

You picked up the remote and turned the aircon to the coolest temperature. feeling the chill of the air conditioner hitting his skin. His muscles tense slightly, and he shivers involuntarily, his body craving some kind of warmth and comfort. He tries to relax as his body adjusts to the colder temperature.

You roam your hand around his abs, His body responds to your touch, his muscles tensing involuntarily as your fingers trail across his abdomen. He's completely vulnerable in his tied-up state, unable to do anything but receive your touch and react to it.

“My husband is the most perfect man to exist. Do you agree?”

Despite the restriction of the gag, he nods his head enthusiastically, making you soft.

“My husband doesn't have any flaws, agree?”

He's fully focused on communicating his unwavering acceptance and agreement to your words.

“Who is my husband?” You ask and removes his gag, the first thing that comes out of his mouth when you remove the gag is

“I'm your husband, love”

His voice is breathless and filled with a mixture of reassurance and obedience,

“Do you agree?”

His voice is firm and determined as he replies "Yes, love. I do. I wholeheartedly agree. I am yours, completely and utterly. Your husband, your partner, your submissive, your possession. I belong to you, love"

"Do you agree with all of the above?"

His voice now becomes more submissive and obedient as he repeats his agreement "Yes, love, I agree with all of the above. I am your most admirable man, your most perfect man, your husband without a single flaw. I agree to it all, with all my heart and soul, love"

You put the gag back in his mouth, silencing him once more, you smack the crop on his chest, exactly on his defined peck. you move the crop under his chin and lift his chin up with it "you're the best choice for me, do you agree?"

Forcing him to look up at you. Despite the gag, he manages to nod his head, his actions conveying his complete agreement to your question. He's fully submitted to you, willing to agree to anything you ask.

"I am always right, agree?"

a muffled “yes” coming from behind the gag. Despite the restriction of his words, there’s no denial or disagreement in his eyes. He fully submits to your assertion, silently agreeing with your words.

"Do you love me the most?"

Though unable to speak, his body language communicates his unreserved agreement. He nods vigorously, the love and devotion in his gaze evident and clear for you.

"You're in any situation in the world, you'd tell me and not hesitate?" He nods his agreement. Even in the most extreme or dangerous scenarios, he'd never hesitate to come to you and seek your comfort and guidance, no matter what.

You remove his blindfold for the last question but keep his gag in, he blinks, his eyes adjusting to the sudden influx of light. The blindfold is gone now, but the gag is still firmly in place, preventing him from speaking. His gaze is fixated on you, his eyes wide and full of expectancy as he waits for the last question

"you would let me be too in love, too loyal to you to the point I'll do anything for you, right?"

His body quivering under the weight of his submission and devotion. The gag makes it impossible for him to verbally express the depths of his feelings, but his eyes speak volumes. They convey his love, loyalty, and unconditional surrender to you, promising that he'd embrace and relish you of being "too in love" and "too loyal" with no reservations or limits. He accepts defeats and nods repeatedly.

You remove his gag and whisper "mine" before locking lips, kissing your husband in a nasty manner, there is drool, sweat, tears all over his face but you don't mind.

He melts into the kiss, completely submitting to your dominance. The taste of sweat, tears, and drool mingle with the sweetness of your lips, sending waves of passion and pleasure through his body. He gives himself completely to you, his love and devotion fully on display, as he pours every ounce of his being into the kiss. He's utterly and hopelessly yours

You kiss his forehead and get rid of the cuffs, his wrists aching slightly from the prolonged confinement. But the pain is nothing compared to the waves of pleasure and sensation coursing through his body as you kiss his forehead. He looks up at you, his gaze filled with gratitude and love, as he whispers.

"Thank you, love."

He gently rubs at his wrists, and still feels the lingering sensation of the leather against his skin. Despite the soreness, he feels a strange sense of comfort and satisfaction, knowing that he's given himself completely to you. a soft gasp escaping his lips as you take his wrist and gently kiss it. The ointment, coupled with your touch, sends a soothing feeling through his skin. He watches you lovingly as you apply the ointment, his heart swelling with affection and gratitude for your care and attention.

“Lay down on your stomach”

His body tensing slightly as you apply the ointment on his back and butt. The cool sensation of the ointment provides a soothing relief for his battered skin, and he lets out a soft sigh of contentment at your gentle touch.

Jungkook notices you wrote something on his back, He craned his neck slightly to try and see over his shoulder, but it was impossible for him to view the words himself.

"Love, what did you write on my back?"

You smirk at him, his eyes narrowing slightly as he notices your smirk. He knows that look all too well, and it usually means you're up to something. He raises an eyebrow, a mixture of curiosity and anticipation in his gaze

"You wrote something, didn't you? Come on, tell me. I'm curious now"

'Too Damn Loyal'

A mixture of surprise and amusement passes through his expression, and he lets out a soft chuckle as he repeats,

"Too damn loyal, huh?"

He can't help but laugh a little at the words. 

“Since you have a problem with me being too damn loyal , here is a reminder that I'm too damn loyal always”

A smile spreads across his face as he processes your words. He turns around, looking at you over his shoulder as he responds 

"I don't have a problem with you being too damn loyal, love. In fact, it's one of the things I love most about you."

 He lets out a soft laugh 

"But I can't deny that the reminder on my back is a nice touch."

You don't reply to anything busy with applying ointment. his expression softens as he gazes at you. His tone is adamant and earnest as he shakes his head

"No, love, I don't have a problem with it. I love your loyalty, your faithfulness, your commitment. It's endearing and admirable, and I wouldn't change it for anything."

“Kooks”

A fond grin spreads across his face as you call him by his nickname. It's a term of endearment that he loves hearing from you, and it never fails to make him feel special and loved 

"Yes, love?"

“I would jump off a cliff anytime just so you know, hehehe”

you giggle as you look at him being worried.

His smile fading immediately as your words sink in. A look of concern crosses his face, his eyes widening at your statement 

"Don't. Say. That."

His voice is firm and authoritative, laced with a hint of worry. The thought of you harming yourself, even for his sake, is absolutely unbearable for him. Even though he knows you're joking right now, that is still not acceptable for him.

You continue laughing behind his back.He can tell that you're being playful and slightly joking, but the thought of you endangering yourself for his sake is no laughing matter

"I'm serious, love. Don't even joke about it. I would never, ever want you to harm yourself, no matter the reason, do you understand?"

He was again getting serious so you decided to shut him up by pressing your lips on his, his initial stern expression faltering as you planted a kiss on his lips. He melts into the kiss, his body responding to your touch. But when you part, he pulls back slightly, staring at you with a serious look.

"Promise me, love. Promise me you won't say or do anything like that, even in jest. I need your word."

"The bath would be ready for you by now, get your ass in the tub" A mixture of surprise and amusement flitting across his face at your command. But he's also relieved that you're changing the subject, realizing you're not taking this seriously.

"Alright, alright. I'll get my ass in the tub."

“Yes your cute ass” His cheeks heated up slightly at your compliment. Despite himself, he can't help but be slightly flustered by your comment, and he can't suppress a small, bashful smile

"Are you implying that you're only sending me to the tub so you can admire my 'cute ass'?"

“And what if I am?”

A smirk forming on his face as he realizes that you're playing this game. He decides to play along, a hint of teasing entering his voice

"Are you that addicted to my 'cute ass' then, love? Can't keep your eyes off it, even in the bathroom?"

“Love it so much I would”

His smirk grows wider at your confession. He steps closer to you, his voice dropping to a seductive whisper

"Is that right? You love it so much, you'd even watch me in the tub, huh?"

“I always keep staring at it in public” you admit what you fantazise about him.

A look of mock surprise passed through his face. He leans in even closer, his body almost touching yours as he replies in a low voice

"Is that why you never complain about me wearing tight jeans, love? You like the view, don't you?"

"Love it", you sent him a flying kiss.

His grin widening at your admission. He reaches out and gently grabs your hips, pulling you closer to him, so that your bodies are pressed together.

"Well, I'm glad you appreciate my assets, love. I'll make sure to wear them more often for you, then" laughing softly as you drag him to the tub. He follows willingly, enjoying the feeling of your hand in his.

"Looks like we're having a bubble bath tonight, huh, love?"

“We no?, you need to get the wax off”

nodding in agreement. He steps into the bathtub, lowering himself into the water. The warm water envelops his skin, providing a soothing sensation. He leans back against the tub, eyes closed in relaxation.

"You're right, I need to get the wax off. Mind helping me with that, love?"

"sure bun" a soft smile spreading across his face as you agree to help. He looks up at you, eyes half-lidded in relaxed anticipation as he responds,

"Thank you, love. I appreciate your help. This wax stuff feels weird, but I trust you to take care of it."

"Sorry I didn't ask you before using it, it completely slipped my mind. I'm sorry bun"

Shaking his head slightly, he replies

"It's okay, love. I know you didn't have bad intentions. And honestly, I don't mind trying new things with you. Just maybe give me a heads up next time, so I'm prepared, yeah?” he says, despising your worries.

"Sorry about this mess" you said scrubbing the wax off, he gives a slight shrug

"It's alright, love. Accidents happen, especially when we're trying new stuff. Don't worry too much about it. I'm more concerned about getting this wax off me, it's starting to feel uncomfortable"

"No I mean sorry about always being right, getting into fights because of it"

A small smile appears on his face. Though your stubbornness and insistence on being right can be frustrating at times, he also finds it endearing. He reaches out and takes your hand, gently squeezing it affectionately

"Ah, that. I admit, it can be a pain in the ass when we fight because of that. But you know I wouldn't change it, right? I love that fierce determination in you, even when you're insisting on being right. It's one of the things that makes you, well, you."

"No other man would tolerate me, only you gguk"

A soft chuckle escaping his lips. He gazes up at you, his expression filled with affection and love

“Exactly, no one else would be able to handle your stubborn, bossy, and feisty attitude. But I don't mind it, love. In fact, I sort of enjoy it, even though it drives me crazy sometimes."

“Sorry" you apologize knowing you are at fault as well.

"Don't apologize, love. Like I said, I don't mind it. Besides, it keeps things interesting, right? If you were always obedient and easy to handle, it would be so damn boring."

“I guess you're right”

"Of course I'm right. I'm always right" he teases you.

Once he is out of the tub you apply his favorite lotion, a content sigh leaves his lips as he feels the cool lotion against his skin. The relief of the wax being removed, coupled with the soothing touch of the lotion, is incredibly pleasant.

"Mmm, love, that feels so good right now. The lotion smells amazing too."

You again came back with the ointment which got washed up by the water, a slight wince escaping him as the ointment touches his raw skin. The area is still a little tender from before, but the cool ointment provides some relief.

"Ah, that stings a little bit. But I know it's necessary. I'll try to stay still as you apply it, love."

"Wear your clothes, I'm making the bed," you said, handing him the towel. Nodding his head in understanding he takes the towel from you

"Alright, love, I'll get dressed. You go ahead and take care of the bed. I'll be there in a moment." He quickly dried himself off and got dressed. Once he's done, he walks over to the bedroom, where he finds you making the bed.

Approaching you at the bed he watches silently for a moment, a small smile on his face as he observes you tidying up the blankets and pillows. Stepping closer to you and wrapping his arms around your waist from behind. His chin comes to rest on your shoulder as he hugs you from behind, his chest pressed against your back.

"Everything looks nice and neat, love. You always manage to make our bed look so inviting."

Gently nuzzling his face against your neck, inhaling the sweet scent of your skin. The closeness and intimacy of the moment, coupled with the comfort of the made bed, brings a sense of peace and contentment to him

"I can't wait to crawl into bed with you, love. It's been a long day, and I could really use some cuddles with my favorite person."

"hmm only cuddles?"  a sly smile forming on his lips at your question. He knows what you're implying, but he feigns innocence, playing along with your game.

"Only cuddles? Yeah, just cuddles. Why did you have something else in mind, love?"

"No nothing bun, let's cuddle"

He laughs at your response. He knows you're being cheeky, but he decides to go along with it for now, knowing that cuddles are always a welcome comfort.

"Alright, love, just cuddles it is. I'd never say no to snuggling up with you in bed."

He pulls you closer, a content sigh escaping his lips as he buries his face in your neck, inhaling your scent. his tattooed arm wrapped around you, holding you tightly against his chest. The warmth and comfort of your body against his feels like a soothing balm after a long day. He plants gentle kisses on your neck, trailing up to your ear as he whispers, his voice low and sultry.

"Mmm... I could stay like this forever, love. Just holding you in my arms, feeling your soft skin against mine."

The feeling of your body against him and the sound of your soft sighs in his ear stirring something deep within him. He can't resist the urge to kiss your neck again, his lips moving in slow, languid kisses along the nape of your neck

"You're so damn addictive, love. You know that? I can never get enough of your scent, your touch, your presence. It's like you're a drug, and I'm completely addicted to you."

You brush his fluffy silky locks helping him relax, the feeling of your touch combined with the relaxing effect after the bath has an almost instantaneous calming effect on him. He feels his eyelids grow heavy, a wave of drowsiness washing over him.

"Mmm, that feels so good, love. Your touch always makes me feel so relaxed."

His arms loosen slightly, his body becoming limp against you as he drifts off into dreamland. A content, peaceful expression settles on his face, his lips slightly parted as he sleeps soundly.

"love" softly mumbling in his sleep as you brush your hands through his luscious, fluffy hair. The gentle, rhythmic motions of your touch create a soothing lullaby for him, deepening his slumber. He nuzzles his face further into your shoulder, seeking comfort and warmth even in his sleep

"I love you to death bub" you confess, his sleeping figure unable to respond to your declaration of love. But perhaps, even in his dreams, he can sense your presence and the depth of your affection for him. The smile that plays at the corners of his lips may be a silent affirmation of his love for you in return.

His peaceful, sleeping form snuggled up against you looks even more adorable in the soft lighting of the room. The relaxed expression on his face, with his slightly parted lips and soft, even breaths, makes him look almost ethereal. His features, free from any tension or worry, showcase his true beauty and innocence, making him your perfect man.

[thegettingbyp2]

Hi! I saw you were looking for Anthony Bridgerton requests!

You wrote out my request lat time and it was... *chef's kiss*!

Maybe the fem!reader (or neutral, if it makes you more comfortable) is married to Anthony, but he tries to keep a distance. In spite of all this his wife definitely makes an effort en gives all kinds of affection to him. One day he explodes and tells her smth really mean. Now, the reader stops all effort and affection and Anthony is all 🥺😢😳, because he realises how much he actually likes it. Happy ending? I'm a sucker for angst with a happy ending. You can make it really angsty though... hehehe

Thanks so much for considering! 🌸

Scratch my Head, Please

A/N: I'm so happy you liked the first request you sent in and I really hope you enjoy this one too!! It got away from me a bit!

You knew that marrying the Viscount Bridgerton was never going to be easy, you knew that you would have duties to perform as Viscountess, but you never thought you would have more trouble with your husband. You and Anthony got along fine, you could both keep a conversation going with each other when you sat down to dine together but he would never stay longer than he had to, preferring to lock himself away in his office.

This, however, didn’t stop you from trying to get close to your husband whenever you could. When you would meet in the dining hall every morning and evening, you would give him a peck on the cheek, feeling him stiffen underneath your touch despite leaning his lead in to allow you the brief moment of affection. Even at night, while you were both basking in the afterglow, you would simply rest your hand on his bare chest or run your fingers through his hair and Anthony would roll out of bed, heading to his own bed chambers.

It was about seven months into your marriage with the Viscount when you gave up trying to show him any affection. You were both sitting in the dining room, your chairs closer together than what was deemed normal after Anthony had gotten fed up of raise his voice just so you could hear him. You were suggesting that the two of you go for a walk that afternoon while the nice weather stuck around and that it would be good for the two of you to get some fresh air when he snapped.

‘Stop,’ he said quietly, still looking down at whatever document he had brought to the table that morning.

‘Pardon?’ you asked, not hearing him properly.

‘I said stop.’ He repeated bluntly. ‘For months now you’ve gone out of your way to try and loiter around me and try to get me to go places with you where I have absolutely no intention of going. You have access to every room in this house, use them.’

‘I just thought - ’

‘Did it ever occur to you that I didn’t want this match to happen? That I didn’t have a choice in this marriage? (Y/N), we we’re married in order to continue the Bridgerton name and, as far as I’m concerned, that’s it.’ He said harshly, looking at you as he finished his sentence. You sat in silence for a while as you tried to process his outburst before you stood from the table.

‘Very well,’ you said in a dangerously calm tone. ‘I’m going to get ready and I shall see you tonight, my Lord.’ You said before walking out of the room, carrying on all the way to your room and only when your door was shut did you let your tears fall. That was when you decided that you were no longer going to waste your efforts on Anthony Bridgerton.

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You hadn’t spoken to Anthony for about a month aside from formal greetings; and even that was only when you absolutely had to. The first time Anthony realised that things had changed and that you were acting differently towards him was when you were in bed together. It wasn’t awkward during the act, it was usually quiet between the two of you which was Anthony’s way of putting a barrier up but when you were lying next to each other afterwards, Anthony couldn’t help the small frown that etched its way onto his brow when he didn’t feel the light weight of your hand on his chest or your fingers lightly scratching his head in the way that made his eyes grow heavy. When he turned towards you, we was met with the sight of your bare back as you wrapped a spare sheet around your body and gathered your things to leave the room without saying a word.

It was after this incident that Anthony started to notice your lack of affection more and more; you no longer knocked on his office door to check that he was okay and didn’t need anything, you no longer kissed his cheek when you met each other for dinner and you no longer sat close to him at the table, instead having the Help move your chair back to the opposite head of the table. Anthony hadn’t realised how much he was missing these simple interactions with you until one day when he was sitting behind his desk in his office and he realised that he had reread the same sentence about twenty times. Upon realising this, he slammed the book shut on the desk which made such a loud sound, one of the maids poked her head through the door.

‘Is everything okay, Lord Bridgerton?’

‘Yes, everything’s fine,’ he replied, quickly continuing when he saw the maid make to close the door again. ‘Have you seen my wife today? Do you know where she is at the moment?’

‘She’s in the library, my Lord, she has been since this morning.’

‘Thank you, that will be all,’ he said, giving the maid a tight smile. When the door clicked shut again, Anthony sat in silence, running his hand through his hair (wishing more than anything that it was your hand) before he quickly stood and made his way out of his office, heading towards the library before he had the chance to turn around.

As soon as he set foot in the library, he saw the toes of your shoes peeking out from one of the alcoves you had tucked yourself into. He made his way over to the bench you were curled up on and sat down next to you, leaving a bit of a gap between you; you didn’t even look up from your book when he cleared his throat in the hopes of getting your attention.

Giving up with trying to get your attention vocally, Anthony awkwardly moved until he was lying on his back with his head resting gently in your lap. Little did he know was that you had been acutely aware of his every movement from the moment he stepped into the library and you hadn’t turned a single page since he arrived; it was taking everything you had to not laugh at him trying to get your attention not unlike the way a cat would.

‘Can I help you, my Lord?’ you questioned, smiling lightly.

‘Anthony,’ he mumbled, staring at the ceiling instead of looking at you.

‘Pardon?’

‘I don’t like you using my title, I prefer when you call me Anthony.’

‘Very well. Can I help you, Anthony?’

‘I was just wondering if you could scratchmyhead.’ He said, the words coming out as one.

‘I’m sorry, what was that?’

‘Can you scratch my head. Please.’

‘And why would I do that after the things you said to me last time we had a conversation?’

Anthony closed his eyes tightly and swallowed the tight lump that had worked its way into his throat. He hadn’t factored in the fact that you would still be mad at him for the comments he had made. However, seeing the look on his face, you knew that he was struggling with asking you for this favour so you slid your fingers through his hair and started scratching lightly, smiling fondly when you felt him completely relax against you, his breath coming out in a content sigh.

‘I’m sorry,’ you heard him whisper quietly, eyes still closed and face the picture of relaxation.

‘What for?’ You asked, closing your book with your free hand and setting it to the side so you could bring your other hand to rest on his cheek, tracing his cheekbone with your thumb.

‘I’m sorry for saying those horrible things to you, they weren’t true, not in the slightest,’ he said, opening his eyes to look at you but other than that, not moving at all. ‘I always told myself that I would never marry for love because I saw how broken my mother was after losing my father and I never wanted to do that to the woman I loved. So when, after seeing the way we would interact with each other and dance at the balls, my mother suggested that I propose to you, it was both everything I wanted and everything I dreaded all at once because I could never do that to you. That’s why I was trying to put barriers up between us so that if anything were to happen to me, you wouldn’t be as broken as my mother was.’

You had been silent for the whole time Anthony had spoken and it was only when you took a breath after he had finished that you realised you had tears streaming down your face. ‘Anthony, that’s one of the most beautiful things about life, loving someone so much that you can’t bear the thought of leaving them alone in the world after you’re gone. And believe it or not, I’d be broken if something happened to you even if what you said had been the last thing you ever said to me.’

‘I love you,’ he said, voice thick with emotion as he took the hand that was resting against his cheek in his hand and held it against his lips.

‘I love you too,’ you replied, laughing lightly when you saw his eyes light up at your words. He then made himself more comfortable with his head still in your lap as he got ready to spend the rest of the afternoon in your arms.

‘In that case,’ he began with a lazy but slightly cocky smile on his face, eyes closed once again, ‘as you were, darling wife.’

‘Of course, my Lord,’ you said, fighting the giggle rising in your throat as your fingers resumed scratching his head.

‘Anthony!’

[akwolfgrl]

How sweet it is to be loved by them part 4

Luffy sat with Koby and the little girl who fed Zoro, Rika, outside of the bar where Rika lives above. Luffy could smell Sanji along with the smell of cigarettes.

“Did he really say it was delicious!?” Rika asked excitedly her eyes wide and big smile on her face.

“Yup! He ate the whole thing!”

“Is ture that zoro was arrested for killing an animal?” Koby asked her.

“Yah, it was really scary but he saved me and killed Helempos' pet wolf. He gets away with everything because his dad is the lieutenant here he's always mean and really scary,” Rika informed them. “After all that Helempo said if didn't do as he told him he would kill mom and me in his place. The Morgan's run this town, if you disobey them they just execute you, so everyone is scared of them,”

“So he's not a bad guy after all,” Koby sounded amazed even thought Sanji had already told them all about what happened.

“Of course he isn't!” Rika defended Luffys future crew mate. “I just told you who the bad guys were!”

“Who dares to raise thire head? I'll tell my dad and you'll be dead! Do you wana end up like RoronoaZoro? Im gonna publicly execute him in three days wana join him?” The grating laugh of helmet the guy with an ass for a face pissed Luffy off.

“Three days?” That wasn't right, Luffy walked right up to him. “Didn't you say you were giving him a month?”

“Who are you? How rude walking up to me! Besides it doesn't matter, only an idiot would actually belive that I was only toying with him!” He laughed again as if he wasn't about to kill someone after starving them.

Luffy punched him, the omega would have fallen to the ground if not for luffy holding on tight to his shirt collar. Before he could go in for another punch Kobys arms warped around him pulling him away. “Luffy! Please stop! You need to calm down!”

“You bastard! You want to mess with the marines? You'll be next to die!”

“Koby, I've decided! I'm done waiting for him to make up his mind. Zoro will join my crew, Sanji too,” Luffy would have waited but not anymore.

<>

Sanji aprishted Ririka allowing him to work in her bar, bar food wasn't his specialty but it was better then selling his slick, not that was any place to do so here in this small town. Thire was some comsion going on outside.

“Sanji do you mind watching the place for a moment?”

“Of course not,” Ririka took a step outside to investigate comasion.

Rika her daughter shuld have been back by now, she had a habit of trying to sneak food to the Moss. As much as Sanji loves the sentiment behind the gesture he'd rather she not risk it. He knew that if it came down to it, him and his husband could take down Axe hand Morgan.

“But mom!” Rika cried out as she was urahed inside.

“But mom nothing I've told you to leave him alone it's to dangerous,”

“But I have to! He saved me, if it wasnt for me he wouldnt be tied up!”

“He chose to kill the wolf, he could have grabbed you and ran, I'm grateful he saved you life of course I am, but it's dangerous to go against Lutinet Morgan, I don't want to see you hurt,”

“But I'm fine! When I got and coughjt and thrownt over the wall someone cught me,” Rika failed to resume her mother. Why were the Marines tossing g children over walls is what Sanji wanted to know.

“A wall! Oh honey you are not going back thire and that's final,”

“But that doesn't matter! Helempo said he was gonna kill Mr. Marimo! He wasn't going to give him thirty days but was just messing with him!”

Sanji felt his heart stop. This can't be happening it just can't. He had to go he had to stop it. He ripped off his apron and ran out the door. It was rude of him to just leave without saying anything, but he had to go. He ran down the streets, hoping he could make it in time to save his husband.

[vitchimage]

—Lies 𓆩♡𓆪

Summary: Your beloved husband finally gets caught up by his past mistakes, choking on his own lies.

Pairing: Nanami Kento x reader

Type: Angst, hurt/comfort(?), open ending

Warning: suggestive so a tad bit NSFW (MDNI), Cheating, arguing, small cursing

A/N: Lyrics by MARINA, Lies.

Here you guys were. In the livingroom of a shared penthouse of you both.

Screaming, shouting for the millionth time deep into the night.

“He's just a friend, Y/N! God!" Nanami states for the hundreds of times, like it would change anything you had to say in this, he was fed up about this.

And all honestly, you were getting tired of arguing about the same thing all the time as well.

"But you like him more as a friend right?!" You shout back at him, your hand running roughly through your hair.

His brows furrows further, "What the hell are you saying?! Are you listening to yourself?!"

"AM I LISTENING TO MYSELF?! I'M NOT THE ONE WHO LIES IN SOMEONE'S ARMS WHILE YOUR WIFE WAITS FOR YOU BACK AT HOME!" You threw the nearest thing you could get your hands on. The picture of your marriage falls to the floor, shattering to pieces.

Looking at it felt sickening, remembering his broken vow and all his unkempt promise. The smiles on the picture, you remember so vivid how happy you both were — it all seemed so fake now. What was even real up until now?

What's the point of sayin' it's never gonna end?

Nanami remains quiet, either stunned or trying to find a way to calm his wife down, to make a feeble excuse that would save them both.

"You didn't think I would find out about your little affair?" You huffed, holding your figure, "Well news flash sherlock I did, the day I said I would come home late due to work, yeah, I heard it all."

Another strike, he was taking in the information, another silence.

You're too proud to say you made a mistake.

"GOD DAMMIT, SAY SOMETHING NANAMI!"

The silence from him was killing you.

Nanami isn't even looking at you, rather on the floor, the broken picture of you both.

You're a coward till the end.

"Well, maybe if you weren't fighting, complaining, being so needy and clingy all the time, maybe this wouldnt happen!"

You scoffed, the words hurts you more than you thought they would.

"Are you seriously blaming me for your affair?!"

"I don't want to admit, but we're not gonna fit."

He let it slip past his lips, instantly wanting to take those words back, despite how nonchalant it sounded. He didn't mean any words of it. He never will. It was all a lie from his side, trying to protect himself.

Cause in all honesty, he loved it.

He loved the way you were always by his side, the way you would cling to him, the way you would talk about your day, your touch was heacrn, the sound of your voice was what held him down, being in your presence was like a blessing. Even your little flaws. He loves every single one of them, every single part of you.

He didn't know what he was trying to imply right then and there when saying that. Nor did he know why he was hurting you like this by sleeping with his bestfriend behind your back.

You voice is uncontrollably shaky,

"No, I'm not the type that you like."

The image of him and Yu Haibara together flashed your mind, and you cover your mouth to choke on another sob.

Times where he said he had to leave because his very bestfriend needed him, times where he would come home so late into the night due to work, times where he dismissed at the idea of taking a break, but the moment Yu did, he immediately took one, taking a vacation with him.

Times where you needed him the most he wasn't there but rather in another man's arms, times you asked a bit of his time but he always refused giving it to Yu instead. Everything started building up.

At first you thought he was just a friend, and you were sure it, but Nanami started to grow so distant he became a stranger to you. And you started to wonder if all the late night calls, all the love he showed you was ever even truly real or all a play. And the doubt of Yu being just a friend clouded your mind.

So you lied to his face saying you would be home quite late, when you were leaving much earlier than he expected.

And it confirmed your suspicion — the moans from the bedroom was loud and clear.

You slid against the wall at that moment, your legs giving out as you held your head, trying not to scream, to shout, to cry that day, as the moans just continued endlessly — confirming his betrayal to your marriage without knowing you were there.

"Fucking asshole."

Wiping your tears, you immediately grabbed the keys to the car and putting on some shoes.

"Y/N.." He called out to you, the same shaky voice you had.

Why don't we just pretend?

And you, wanted to turn, to hold him and say its going to be alright, that you both can fix this.

But his past mistakes has finally caught up to him, giving a taste of the consequence he reaped.

"Don't go.."

Turn, answer him.

But you don't, you finally got the shoes on, heading towards the exit — leaving him.

He was fast, Nanami immediately takes you by the arm, holding you from behind, the rain drenches both of you just before the door.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry.. Please don't leave, please don't. It's my fault, it's all my fault not yours, I know my mistakes, I won't do it again, I'll change..I-"

He was blabbering words of apologies, regrets and guilt tasted on his tongue and the sound of it.

You wanted to believe those words, but why was it so diffucult to do so? To save this broken marriage..

"LIES!" You lashed out, trying pry his arms away away but he held you tighter.

"You love him, Nanami, you don't love me." it hurts, "Atleast not anymore."

"Don't say that, it's not true.."

"Then why?! WHY DID YOU-"

Don't wanna know, dont wanna know, oh.

"I don't know." an honest answer from him, "Everything was in the heat of the moment and it just kept going..but I don't love him, Y/N, I love you..Just you.. "

Your hand flies to your mouth like you were going to puke again, the thought of him in someone else's arms all this time was killing you.

Their moans in your shared bedroom was living rent free in your mind, repeating over and over again — on how good he felt, how well his bestfriend took his cock.

The very same words Nanami had once said to you in bed.

You closed your eyes shut, crying silently into your hand.

I can't let you go, can't let you go, oh

Despite all this, you find it hard to walk away from his strong arms that used to feel like home. To let him go.

And he felt the same, he didn't want to let you go. He was desperate on not letting you go.

He wanted this fix this, to show you he can learn from his past mistake and love you the way you deserved to. To be happy, the both of you.

"I just want it to be perfect," You choke out as he rest his head against your shoulder, his eyes closing shut as to stop the tears from falling, "To believe it's all been worth the fight."

But was it worth it now? To fight for a relationship that was filled lies?

Don't wanna know, dont wanna know, oh

-END-

m.list

[buttercupblu]

one day, the clouds parted and an Angel tumbled down, falling all the way from the celestial sphere, but landing light as a feather in a bushel of white roses. she looked up at the sky—brushing off her darkened wings—and with squinting eyes, gazed at a kingdom so bright but so rigid and said with a calm breath, "well screw you, i didn't want to be a part of that snooze fest anyway." and promptly made her own Heavens on Earth.

(in no particular order...maybe)

one punch (OP)

jojo's bizarre adventure (JJBA)

jujutsu kaisen (JJK) (lowkey regret the day i pressed play on this🤭)

record of ragnarok (ROR)

eventually attack on titan (AOT) once i'm finished with it (Levi should've been in the harem 🧍🏾‍♀️)

Angel's Heavens and why she loves them:

🩷Buddha (ROR): this man is my Lord and personal savior—watch ROR if you don't know what i'm talking about. Buddha exudes peace in his every waking and sleeping moment but try him if you want to and earn a first-class trip to Nirvana 😘. his tongue game is BRAZY (you've seen the gif) and he loves to BITE. he makes sure we do yoga together every single morning to start our day and after making sure my back is nice and stretched out, he breaks it 🧘🏾‍♀️. but he always puts me back together with soft coos, humming purrs, and tender strokes. this man is my lock screen, my peace, my husband, my everything. i keep him fed and not just with food; he will never know hunger as long as i am alive 🤍

💜Geto (JJK): mymanmymanmymanmymanmyman. if Sugu asked me to have his kids, i would say "how many baby?" and i am clearly not mother material 🥴. my husband #2 that i would turn my back against the JJK world for in a heartbeat. he could call me a 🙈 and i would say thank you. in all realness, i get geto. i really do. my little alien, my little aquarius, he just wants justice at the end of the day—truly. not power, not dictatorship, just for things to be right, safe. there's something about his maternal instincts that lets me know he would take suchhhh good care of me—he's so careful, so understanding. i'd never have to lift a finger (except when i'm being a brat) and his Suave Commercial locs make me want to wrap them around my fist and pull. he has a face card that will never decline and baby, i keep on swiping 🤧|sidenote: i need his gender pls and ty

💜Choso (JJK): my pookie-wookie puppyboi boyfriend Cho, what would i ever do without you??? idk, there's something about Chosito that sets my motherly instincts on fire 🔥 . i want to love on him, nurture him, care for him, and absolutely reduce him to tears all in the same breath. he's such a family man, so full of love and kindness and security and i adore that about him. my soft and gentle man, i feel like he's a 70-30 sub-dominate switch but gIRL do not be fooled 😩—when that man loses all sense in that cute little pig-tailed head of his, you better have an icy pack and aftercare on standby 🧍🏾‍♀️

💚Josuke (JJBA): oooohmygAWD 😩 what isn't there to say about boyfriend #2, Josuke?? the hair, the moves, the suave looks, the no-bullshit attitude. besides Dio, baby invented jojo-posing like, kneel before your Leo king?? he's so cute and creative and such a quick thinker like omg part 4 had me STRESSED, but he gets his quick wits from his no-good cheating ass pappy 🤭. josuke keeps it real, calm, cool, and collected. he's a bit too forgiving (fk Okuyasu) but that's only because he has a 💗 bigger than his hair, and when im not spending hours styling it and getting him together in the morning, im daydreaming about his love, care, and cuddles i get every night. and if i ever hurt myself, he's quick to heal my boo-boos with magical kisses🤍

💚Narancia (JJBA): my silly little goof ball pup #2, omg he's so precious and innocent and deserves soooo much more 🥺. Narancia is just...pure unadulterated love in human form. he doesn't judge, he doesn't reject, he's a bit quick to anger but it's always deserved because look at him!! how could you be mean to such a precious little thing, he wouldn't hurt a fly (unprovoked). my baby's a little slow but what he doesn't have in genius, he makes up for with his heart. and that boy can dance and dress his ass off, lets fking goooo skintight leather steel-bone corset top 🗣️

🩷Sukuna (JJK): ok listen....hear me out...balance🧍🏾‍♀️. he brings balance. everyone else is muddled and normal, soft, or innocent but Kuna resides in the extremes, is the perfect polar-opposite of Choso, and rounds out the group with good ole fashion discipline 💪🏾 (read Exercising with Sukuna if you don't believe me). he's not my favorite to deal with because the man puts the ass in asshole bUT it's good for my soul to toughen up every now and then. if you want something done and you want it done right, ask Sukuna. he'll grumble and berate you the entire time but sh*t will get done and better than you ever thought it could be. .......he also has 4 arms, 2 dicks, and a stomach mouth—good fkin bye.

🩷Saitama (OP): he makes me laugh, there's not much more to say 🤣. the most normal out of the group and the most nonchalant. Saitama is literally my best friend who never takes anything seriously just like me. our favorite hobby we do together is literally grocery shopping and i will wake my ass up every saturday morning to be by his side as he spends way too much time comparing fruits and vegetables just to get the same things he does every time. he's also the strongest and would deck everyone on this list if it came to it (argue with the manga, not me 🐸☕️)

honorable mention: Levi (AOT) because this short king 👑 cares too much and gives no f**ks at the same time and has the best resting b*tch face/face card i've ever seen 🧍🏾‍♀️

🪽current fav fic written by Angel: God is Fair|Suguru Geto since you were young, you knew you were meant for each other. he comes into your life like a storm and grows closer no matter how distant you seem. he swells and captures your heart every time he's near. so why do you keep fighting him? angel's note: full of backstory, poetry, and tear-your-heart-out angst with one of the sluttiest, smuttiest part twos in existence

🪽current fav recommendation from another author: One, Two, Three (it's not only you and me)|STSG x Reader "what suguru is trying to avoid saying is the whole cliché of 'we saw you from across the bar and we really like your vibe'," the white-haired man says, gaze flickering down your body. he looks back up, making eye contact. "but it's true, so we were wondering if you'd like to join us for some fun," he says casually, blue eyes piercing. angel's note: and it comes with an AMAZING playlist yall wtf 😩🖤

🪽current fav song to write to: Cigarettes out the Window|TV Girl

🪽fav genres: [writing: nasty, slutty, toe-curling smutty smut, thrillers, enemies to lovers, coming of age]|[reading: psychological horror/thrillers🧍🏾‍♀️, silly goofy supernatural/sci-fy like John Dies at the End (an incredible series that will have you in tears from laughter, stg), dystopian fiction, fiction satire, coming of age/young adult, the classics (surprise)]

🪽hobbies: writing, reading, skating, graphic design, being outdoors as much a possible, being at peace

beats me 🤷🏾‍♀️

nah jk.

the real reason will forever remain a mystery, but i think it has something to do with connectedness.

the first major story i wrote was handwritten in the largest binder i could find in the 4th grade and was about fairies with elemental superpowers.

my first fandom was typed out on my mom's typewriter at her job and about 40/50 pages and was about the boyband B5 (shout tf out to you if yk who they are 🗣️).

both of these instances explored hobbies/interests that i was deeply into. i wanted to share my own take on these things that occupied so much of my time with others who also couldn't escape the clutches of favorites and fandom.

i also wanted to "escape" from a life i thought was dull and bland in favor of living in a world that was bright and full of color and literally in the palm of my hands.

now i do it just because i like to torture myself 🤍

i would create an entirely new world if i could, but i'll settle for pouring my heart out on tumblr

💗first and foremost, all of my characters are 18+. i don't really care for writing aged-up minor characters but when i do, it will be mostly fluff but they will be adults at the end of the day, especially when you consider real-world timelines.

💗smut: i know what you came here for 😏. this does include some more controversial dynamics like consensual non-consent (CNC), ageplay, petplay, power exchange (top, bottom, sub, dom, "slave", etc) rough play, but these writings will always come with tag warnings because everyone likes their tea different 😊

💗fluff: ofc everyone loves a bit of fluff. tis good for the heart to remember that you have one (not me though, y'all be safe)

💗angst 😈: there's nothing i love more than stirring the fictional pot. it hurts so good

💗long ass stories that are almost always projected to be under 8k but end up breaching 10k because i have no control over my life 🤠

💗i will write characters outside of my Heavens/top fandoms but i have to be familiar with those characters/show—keep that in mind in case i reject a future request

let's be civil little angels here

🚫hardcore gore/mutilation: love to read it but cannot write it. am baby

🚫unsafe fetishes: i am kink-shaming 💩, race play, STDs (god why does this need to be said), grApe, i n c e s t, necro, actual torture, etc.,

🚫cliche/exaggerated mental disorders: like saying someone who is very tidy has "OCD" or someone with mood swings is "bipolar"; those are incorrect stereotypes AND i am not licensed to give even fictional characters those diagnoses

🚫pregnancy: gasp, ik. but listen, i have no idea what it's like to be pregnant or have kids (other than my stuffies) nor envision that for myself because it does not seem like much fun 😅 and frankly, i don't really care for it as a plot point? i'd consider it maybe for a drabble request but no major plots

🚫anything else i may be uncomfortable with down the line. i don't have a lot of hard nos but people can get weird sometimes 👀

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i'll eventually open up my asks for requests but this gojo fic (teaser here) is balding me and taking up alllll of my time right now. once they do open, i may be slow to fulfill requests but that's only because i care too much about making great content 🥺. until then, you can still blow up my inbox with reviews, recommendations, thoughts, nonsensical jibber-jabber, whatever; Come chat with the Harem

[annaisabookworm]

How the Slytherin boys would react to seeing a Slytherin boys react tiktok

A/n: I’m not a great writer so far but I’m learning! Pls send in requests if you’d like!

Enzo:

let’s be honest he’s probably making at least some of these

Definite ego boost like- super cocky

He quotes what the slides say he says a lot of the time

The gang is fed up at him for acting like he’s soo hot (he is tho)

When it gets to be too much the boys all grab Enzo and toss him in the lake

If it continues they’ll hex him for the rest of the day

Mattheo (omg omg omg my husband-)

This man doesn’t have social media but when Enzo shows him some of the videos-

Let’s just say…… he had a reaction

He got SUPER paranoid bc he thought someone was stalking him

Literally scanning every single person in Hogwarts for a week

Eventually relaxes after several talks with the boys to calm him down

Deep deep down even though he hates to admit he love the fact that people find him so attractive

He actually downloaded tiktok which was a huge deal for him

He found the edits next-

Send help

Theodore

Like enzo this man is cocky af

But this brings it to ANOTHER LEVEL

I mean that smirk didn’t leave his face for six weeks

But unlike enzo he didn’t talk about it

Theodore’s always been calm and quiet

Deep down he’s been derived of love so he feels valued looking at those videos

Oh but he lost it and couldn’t stop laughing for hours at Mattheo’s panicking

Wasn’t that concerned because he knew he was popular among the erm- ladies *cough* me *cough*

Tom

Oh my god if looks could kill

He’d be smirking so hard

He’d be at peak pride

“Yeah that’s right mudbloods and muggleborns love me”

“Bet some of them would like me to k!ll them”

Gets super cocky the most out of everyone

Blaise

Tbh I don’t think he’d care at all.

[hiddenmoonbeam]

The Nutcracker

Sirius Black/Remus Lupin | ~4k words | Read on Ao3

Here we are, with my entirely unplanned and belated Christmas gift to anyone interested, an au I never knew I needed. It only exists because Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy got stuck in my head out of nowhere one night when I was trying to sleep, and once the idea had formed it wouldn’t leave me alone: a cursed boy, a mouse king turned grey-backed rat, and a good-hearted hero looking at a thing deemed broken and undesirable, and seeing someone lovely instead. This is the beginning of the story. I might write the ending too, because I keep thinking about it. The fate of the middle is more uncertain, though I do have some ideas for that as well. We’ll see how it goes. But for now, I hope you enjoy this. Have a lovely end of the year, and beginning of the next. 💖

It’s Christmas Eve and every inch of Black Manor shines. First the ice sculptures in the garden, followed by the fragrant evergreen garlands hanging around windows and door frames. Candles flicker in chandeliers leading the way from the gates to the great hall. And in there stands the most beautiful tree, so high the star at its top nearly touches the ceiling. It casts a magical light over the sea of gathered guests, glimmering in the women’s dresses and jewellery. The banquet table overflows with delicious dishes, and servants silently pass through the chatting groups carrying trays of sparkling glasses. 

Maybe once upon a time, Sirius enjoyed these occasions. When he was too young to attend, and could spend these endless and magical hours sneaking away from the nanny to spy on the whole spectacle together with his best friend. But that was before said best friend’s parents expressed one too many unorthodox opinions, and the family no longer received an invitation to the yearly party. Before Sirius’s own parents decided he wasn’t a good enough heir, or brother, or potential husband – or person, in general. And now at 16, he would rather sneak away and hide in the attic than play this game of performative small talk with distasteful relatives and their equally bad acquaintances. 

Which is exactly what he’s successfully managed to do. Once he’d made sure enough guests had seen him, greeted them and listened to them boast about themselves, countered backhanded compliments with his own, shot back with a smile and such finesse they wouldn’t realise the insult until later – once all that was done, he made his escape. Praying his mother would be too busy acting the perfect hostess to have time to search for him.

He’s been here in the attic for at least an hour by now, reading his book by candlelight between boxes and old furniture. It’s all calm and quiet, but for the sudden scratching sound somewhere to his right. He ignores it at first, but as the noise grows worse, probably because whatever is causing it got company, he gets up to check what uninvited guests have joined his solitude. And much like he suspected he finds the pair of rats in a dusty corner behind an old table, chewing on what looks like a wooden toy. Sirius shoos at the pests, and watches as they skitter back into the dark. He’d ask where the cats are when they’re needed, but he knows they’re probably being fed by the cook in the kitchen. 

Sirius’s gaze returns to the toy – a nutcracker, he realises. He sighs as he picks up the battered thing; one arm hangs loose, the paint is peeling off, and long jagged cuts cross the wood, both from time and the rats’ teeth. It’s not much to look at, yet something about it tugs at his curiosity. Like a whisper of something old and forgotten. With all its faults it’s rather misplaced in this Manor, where everything is clean and polished, and Sirius can’t help but relate. He wonders where it came from. The attic offers no answers.

It’s risky to return downstairs, but Sirius can no longer focus on the book he brought with him. So as silently as he can manage he sneaks down to his own floor, intending to retrieve the tool box he’s hidden under a floorboard in his room. Before he can get there though, he sees his mother by his locked door, demanding his presence downstairs. She hasn’t yet noticed him at the other end of the hallway, so he quickly slips into the old nursery instead, hoping no one will think to look for him in there among the covered furniture and toys neither he nor his brother has played with for years. It’s a ghostly room; decorated for Christmas like the rest of the Manor despite its lack of use, yet shrouded in shadows cast by the moonlight outside. The tree stands by the long windowed wall opposite the door, visible from outside, all for appearances. Everything else has been frozen in time, waiting for the next generation to bring life to it yet again.

Beneath a white sheet, a few steps into the room, Sirius uncovers the Clockwork Castle the Black cousins once received from the eccentric old clockmaker and inventor, Mr Lupin. The beautiful creation seems to glimmer with a timeless magic, even after all these years. It’s been nearly a decade, but Sirius still remembers his younger self’s fascination with the mechanics of it all. Mr Lupin showed him how to operate it, as well as the box of tools hidden beneath the silvery swans frozen still on the moat. He’s glad for it now, as he finds what he needs to fix the Nutcracker’s broken arm.

In the light from the candle, he settles in the corner farthest away from the door, not to risk the light breaking through the cracks around it and giving him away. Right behind him the moon shines through the tall windows, reflecting in the glass doors of the old toy cabinet. Close beside it, the grandfather clock ticks past eleven thirty.

While he works he tells the Nutcracker in a hushed voice about how much he wishes he could leave his family and the duties they’re set on forcing upon him. His mother caught him kissing a boy last summer, and now she insists on matching him with a suitable wife before he comes of age. Several of these young women are downstairs tonight, waiting for him to show himself again, to dance with them, and behave like the heir he is. How pathetic they’d find him if they knew he’d instead hidden away in this room surrounded by distant memories and childish toys. 

“There,” he says finally, placing the Nutcracker on its feet on the floor with a pleased smile at his handiwork. “As new.” 

The grandfather clock in the corner chimes for midnight – once, twice… but the third one falters. Sirius frowns up at the clock, the slowing pendulum. The fourth chime comes out eerie, the muffled music from downstairs suddenly quiet. 

At the fifth chime, a gust of wind swoops past, from nowhere; the Nutcracker topples over; the candle flame flickers, dies. A sparkle runs up his spine as Sirius rises to his feet, the comfort from just a moment ago now gone. Accompanying the still slowing chimes of the clock, he hears whispers and scurrying noises growing from inside the walls, like hundreds of tiny feet climbing closer. 

Sirius turns, and the room spins with him. Spins and spins, everything in it growing out of proportion while the ghostly chimes echo between the walls, through his head. He stumbles and barely catches himself against an accent table, vaguely aware through the turmoil that the height of it seems wrong; his knees hit the floor and he can no longer reach the edge.

Once everything stills, even the clock now frozen right before the final chime of midnight, Sirius stares up at furniture ten times their normal size, towering above him where he lies on the floor. To his right stands the extinguished candle, now nearly as tall as him. And to his left is the Nutcracker, the toy shimmering as the stiffness melts away, revealing a boy with skin scarred the same way the wood was marked. Sirius stares, mouth agape, while the boy, not quite human but also far from a lifeless piece, blinks back at him, eyes wide. His joints crack painfully as he moves, his motions slower than Sirius’s as they both rise to their feet.

Sirius’s head races with thoughts, one wilder than the last trying to make sense of what is happening. He must have fallen asleep – but that idea even crossing his mind suggests he actually is wide awake. Shrunk to the size of a doll, standing before a Nutcracker-turned-boy. Mind full of questions, but unable to voice any of them.

For a long moment the other boy doesn’t seem to know what to say either. He watches Sirius with a mesmerised expression, eyes flickering back and forth over Sirius’s features. As if it was Sirius who just magically came alive, wood giving way to that adorable face. Then it comes, a low, soft, “oh”. It pierces Sirius’s chest, etches into his core. Oh.

Something sad falls over the boy’s face then, his whole posture, as his eyes trail down to his scarred hands and worn clothes. Sirius knows that look; embarrassment, shame. As much as he hates seeing it, he understands the stark contrast between the two of them. Sirius in his beautifully embroidered waistcoat made especially for the festive occasion, and this boy in a uniform with the red paint peeling off. Because on closer inspection, Sirius realises the fabric isn’t fabric at all; it’s still wood, as are his hands, his almost life-like skin, even the soft curls peeking out from under his hat remain still in the same position no matter how he moves his slightly too large head. Yet he somehow feels more real than any of the guests downstairs.

Sirius reaches out, fingers to the boy’s wrist – and those pretty brown eyes meet his own again. Something passes between them, invisible, curious. Sirius opens his mouth, just about to speak, when a sudden noise from behind him breaks the moment. The boy’s gaze snaps over Sirius’s shoulder, his expression shifting to alarm. Sirius turns, and what he sees freezes the blood in his veins.

All over the other half of the room, from the Christmas tree to the Clockwork Castle, dozens upon dozens of rats have gathered, even more spilling out from the hole in the wall. And at the front stands the largest of them, risen on its hind legs and impossibly tall, a sword in hand, and head crowned with gold. 

The boy gasps, fingers clutching the sleeve of Sirius’s shirt – and suddenly the memories hit, old and filed away, of that Christmas when Mr Lupin presented them the Clockwork Castle. Of the Nutcracker found beneath the tree, and the story Mr Lupin told them about how it’d come to be; of far away lands steeped in magic, where toys come alive among gingerbread houses and castles covered in sugary frosting; of the vengeful Rat King and the cursed princess, and the young man finally breaking it by offering her the nut no one else had been able to crack.

And of course; the curse that befell him instead, turned him wooden and ugly. How the princess’ rejection made him shunned by all and cast out of society. Of the Rat King’s oath to hunt him down; the battle and love that must be won to free him again.

Staring back at the boy now, the terror on his face, Sirius’s own voice whispers in his mind from the past, What’s his name? Mr Lupin looked at him, startled and confused. So Sirius, slightly annoyed that this adult didn’t understand his perfectly reasonable question, added with a precocious tone, He must have a name, has he not?

“Remus,” he breathes now, echoing Mr Lupin’s soft response, and all of a sudden he understands the sadness in the old man’s eyes. The Nutcracker boy looks at Sirius with a similarly startled expression, and through the wood and growing age gap, Sirius sees the resemblance. “You’re Mr Lupin’s son.” 

It’s insane. Absolutely impossible. Yet Sirius is convinced it’s true – with the ghost of a nod, an illusion of tears in his eyes, the long lost Remus Lupin stands before him, the cursed boy from a bedtime story somehow alive and here in Sirius’s old nursery.

“Are you done hiding, little Nutcracker?” the Rat King calls, his wheezing voice sending shivers down Sirius’s spine. “Will you finally let me end your sad existence once and for all?” 

Sirius doesn’t know how he manages to push away from the insanity of it all to act. He scans the room, the army of rats in the opposite end of it moving in on them, and the closed door behind their growing number. Even if Sirius could reach it, there’s no way he would be able to open it while this small. Which only leaves the impossible option to fight, the two of them alone against a murderous army that would have been scary enough at his right size. Now, it’s downright terrifying. 

On the floor beside them lie the small screwdrivers he’d used to fix Remus’s loose arm. He dives for them now, desperate for at least some form of weapon; they’re heavy and awkward, and he hears the Rat King’s mocking laughter as he struggles to hold each with only one hand. He pushes one to Remus, who clumsily manages not to drop it. It’s clear it won’t do. They’ll need something better, something more sword-like, something made for their size–

Sirius’s racing thoughts and feverishly searching gaze finally settle on the toy cabinet, and fragile hope leaps in his chest. If only they can get inside, they’ll have an arsenal of swords and rifles, even cannons, at their disposal, though he has no idea how well any of those toys will actually work. But it’s something. He even thinks he sees movement in there, though he doesn’t dare wish for what that could mean. 

With a quick glance over his shoulder at the approaching rats, Sirius grabs Remus’s hand, and runs. 

“I’m not a fighter, I–I’m only, I was only a clockmaker apprentice,” Remus stammers out. “I don’t know how to–”

“I’m right beside you.” Sirius squeezes his hand, maybe as much to reassure himself as Remus, who stares at him in disbelief. “We will do it together.”

Remus shakes his head, though he looks ill from refusing the help. “I can’t let you–you have nothing to do with this. You might get hurt–”

But I do, Sirius thinks, and he can sense it, somewhere deep down, that it is true. Mr Lupin must have known what he was doing, leaving his cursed son here of all places, all those years ago. There must be more to the story than what he revealed to them back then. There’s a reason this is happening now; a reason Sirius has been magicked into it all, shrunk to fit the missing piece of the puzzle.

When they finally reach the toy cabinet, Sirius sees to his great relief that the movements weren’t an illusion of the moonlight. Behind the glass doors the residents of every shelf now stand up, joining forces to push them open from the inside. As their own rapidly growing side leaps past to the sound of the Rat King’s rage, Sirius can’t help a mad grin from spreading wide. He knows these toys; he gave half of them their personality, and the rest he learned from his brother and cousins. Tin soldiers with many a battle beneath their belts, wooden horses ready to charge, teddy bears with protection sewn into their very seams. Even his cousins’ pretty dolls gather at the rear, brandishing their parasols and purses with determined looks on their rosy faces.

They’re not alone, after all.

One of the toys hands Remus a sword – a real one, it looks like, made sharper and deadly by the same magic that woke them all up. Remus eyes it warily. 

“Do you know what’s needed to break your curse?” the doll asks, while a tin general barks orders for the gathered defence now between them and the rats. 

Remus looks towards the Rat King who swings at the first toys within reach with maddening force, and his wooden hand trembles a little as he grips tighter around the hilt. “I do,” he whispers. 

The doll gives a curt nod. “But you are not yet ready,” she continues. “The Rat King is a great warrior, and tonight you would not stand a chance against him. You must first return home, and learn how to defeat him.”

“Home?” Sirius asks, confused.

She points with her arm, and as if on cue, the Clockwork Castle lights up above the chaos of rats and toys, the mechanics coming alive, a musical hum rising from its core. “Once you’ve entered he cannot follow you that way, as those gates only work for toys and invited guests. It will buy you time.”

“But… the rest of you–”

“We can be mended. We are not fragile like bleeding humans.” She sends Sirius a look at that, before turning back to Remus. “Nor cursed to oblivion should we lose.” 

Sirius nods, while accepting another sword from a different toy. Again he scans the scene for their best option. The table with the castle still lies behind enemy lines, but the rats around the legs seem unnerved by the musical tunes, scattering away from it. Still, they will have to fight their way over there. He’s never had to fend for his or anyone else’s life before, not properly, but at least he’s somewhat prepared thanks to his fencing lessons. Remus on the other hand looks ill again; if a wooden face could pale, his would have lost all colour. But meeting Sirius’s eyes, determination still settles over his features.

It’s chaos. Tin cannon balls break through the army from a distance, the firearms powered by what can only be magic. Rats tear into the soft bellies of the dolls and teddy bears, stuffing spreading over the floor like fluffy intestines. The bizarre scenario is made even worse by the sickening feeling of slicing the sword through actual flesh, the screaming rats falling at Sirius’s feet. His hair, loose from the ribbon at his neck, whips into his face as he turns to fend off the next attack.

The Rat King fights to get to them. But the toys do their best to keep him away, shielding Remus while helping to clear a path towards the Clockwork Castle. Sirius doesn’t know why they’re so ready to protect him, or how they’re aware of his foretold and final confrontation with this vicious enemy. But it’s hardly the strangest part of the night, and so he lets his questions slide to the back of his mind, full focus instead on the task at hand.

They reach the table, wooden guards from the Castle already at the edge of it, throwing down a string of yarn for them to climb. Sirius pushes Remus towards it, not allowing him to argue which of them should go last. “I’m right behind you,” he urges when Remus hesitates. “Go!”

Behind them, just as Sirius grabs for the end of the string and the guards haul them upwards, the Rat King breaks through the defence. Sirius climbs as fast as he can, hoping against hope the rat won’t manage to follow after. But it’s a futile wish; he digs his claws into the white tablecloth, pulling himself closer with practised strength and speed. Far too soon he’s at Sirius’s feet, cruel eyes shining with malice as he grabs at his ankle, tugging hard. 

Sirius tightens his grip of the string, knuckles whitening, palms burning. He kicks down hard, boot connecting with the Rat King’s ugly snout. He lets out an angry roar, clawing towards Sirius’s leg again. But the force was enough to have him lose his grip of the cloth, and he tumbles back down to the floor.

Heart hammering in his chest, Sirius manages to climb the last bit to the edge. Remus is still there with the toy guards, wide-eyed and reaching down to grab Sirius by the arm. Sirius lets himself be pulled up, and even as the helping guard steps back to let him catch his breath, Remus’s hold on him remains.

One of the guards tells them they must hurry, that the rat is climbing again – and they’re back on their feet, rushing towards the towering, shining Castle now finally so close. They cross the moat, the crystal clear water swirling around the graceful swans gliding over the surface beneath the drawbridge. It’s raised behind them, forming the first solid structure between them and the threat. Cutting it all off like this place in itself is a different world altogether. Or at least an in-between, a break, a moment to breathe.

The courtyard looks even more magical like this, viewed from within rather than observed from above like by a god. Sirius stares, turning in a circle to admire the insane details of Mr Lupin’s handiwork, and how this magical night has spelled it all to life. On every side, figures are moving around, cogs and gears turning in their complicated patterns. Miniature Christmas trees line the roads, dusted with sugary snow and sparkling ornaments. Small lanterns hang on strings between beautifully carved columns, casting the setting in a warm glowing light. To their right a couple of wooden children skate around a frozen pond, a decorative fountain splashing water closeby despite the illusion of cold. To the left, a family of snowmen clad in hats and scarves sway to the tunes of the music. And ahead is the castle itself, front gates glimmering like a portal to yet another realm.

With a lurching sensation in his stomach, Sirius realises that’s because it is.

“The Rat King cannot breach these walls,” a guard informs them. “You will be safe here until the battle is over.” He says the last bit to Sirius, who responds with a grateful nod, though he has no intention to stay behind.

“I cannot thank you enough,” Remus says, also facing Sirius. Not until now does he let go of Sirius’s arm, and he finds he misses the contact instantly. “For all the help to get here, but also for fixing my arm, talking to me…” Sirius’s cheeks heat up when remembering what he’d been saying before all this started. But Remus doesn’t seem the slightest bit judgemental or uncomfortable about it. He’s wearing that mesmerised expression again, eyes flickering over Sirius’s face. “I feel like you even woke me up, though I cannot say how.” 

“I can’t take credit for that,” Sirius chuckles, averting his eyes and scratching at his own neck. His gaze trails back to the gold breaking through the opening gates, a strange, invisible pull tugging him closer.

Beside him, Remus adds apologetically, “I wish I knew how to turn you back to normal.”

“We’ll have to figure that out too, then.” Sirius steps towards the gates, a lot less concerned about his own state than he probably should be. He looks back at Remus, who frowns. “What? I’m coming with you, of course.”

An uncertain pause, then, “Of course.” Remus lets out a little laugh, nervous yet so endearing, before adding softly, “I don’t even know your name.”

“Sirius.”

Remus stills midstep, eyes widening. “Like the star.” 

Sirius almost responds with a good-natured eyeroll, pointing out that hardly warrants such an awed expression. But then he hears Remus’s added murmur, a whisper from the past, echoing the end of Mr Lupin’s tale.

His fate now lies in the hands of the stars.

Sirius freezes too, unease piercing his chest. Mr Lupin’s mysterious words were spoken with promise, hope, as he placed the Nutcracker with the older Black children. Three young girls then, now all of them married off, while Mr Lupin’s son remains in his wooden prison. And it hits Sirius then, that this role was never meant for him. He’s just the one the magic has to settle for, with the desired options gone. The idea of a part to play suddenly doesn’t feel as welcome anymore. Not like this, not if it means he will wield power over the outcome he isn’t supposed to have. It’s one thing to offer help, to do whatever he can to support and encourage. Another entirely to have the future of this already so mistreated boy laid into his hands, trusting him to somehow make the right choice, the one that will save him. It’s too much responsibility, too easy to fail, to ruin everything. And this time he won’t be able to fix him again, like his broken arm.

Remus eyes him in silence for a moment, head tilted. “You can stay here,” he starts, but Sirius quickly shakes his head. 

“No, no it’s not that.” Silence again, while Sirius chews on his lip, his words. “I don’t know how to help you. I don’t know what it means, what I’m meant to do.”

Something soft falls over Remus’s face, a small smile meeting Sirius’s frown. “We will figure it out,” he says, holding out his hand. “Together?”

Ahead of them, the gates stand open. Golden light pulsing within the frames. The pull tightens, whispers wordlessly, their destination waiting beyond the shimmering veil. Remus faces it with his back, his edges shining with the magic. Sirius meets his gentle eyes, looks at the scarred fingers still held out between them. And he realises it doesn’t matter he isn’t meant to be here – wanted or not, he’s the help Remus has been given, and he won’t leave his side out of fear of failure. 

So Sirius returns the smile; moves forward; takes Remus’s hand. Gives it a squeeze, to reassure them both. “Yes,” he agrees. “Together.”

And side by side, they enter the unknown.

[karmic-vibes]

If I Can Dream

13 - Hope Keeps Shining on Everyone

art credit: @lazylittledragon on tumblr/lazyjunebug on twitter

cw: gender dysphoria, [verbal] domestic dispute, drastic mood swings, implied [intrusive] thoughts of family abandonment

Year: 1988

“Steve! Get the baby, please!” Eddie hollered.

“Are you still in the bathroom?” Steve called, walking to care for Bobby.

“Yes, Steven! It’s a process! Peeing is a whole thing, then changing the bandages is its own beast! Get Bobby!”

“I’m going, I’m going.”

Steve was trying to remain as calm as he could, but Eddie constantly yelling or crying was starting to get on his nerves. Maybe it was from the lack of sleep or feeling like the only caregiver for Bobby, but on top of caring for his recovering husband, it was becoming too much for him to handle.

Nonetheless, he picked Bobby up and headed for the kitchen to make her a bottle. He sat down on the couch, head hung back and rested his eyes as he fed the newborn. As much as he loved his daughter, it was beyond him how he ever wanted upwards of six children.

Nonetheless, he picked Bobby up and headed for the kitchen to make her a bottle. He sat down on the couch, head hung back and rested his eyes as he fed the newborn. As much as he loved his daughter, it was beyond him how he ever wanted upwards of six children.

“Why are you sleeping while feeding her?” Eddie tutted his tongue. “Give her to me.”

“No, it’s fine, I’ll stay awake. Sorry.”

“Just please be careful and watch what you’re doing.”

“When did the doctors say your mood swings would pass again?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You know exactly what it means.”

“Six to eight weeks.” Eddie rolled his eyes and headed for the kitchen to get a glass of water.

Steve continued to feed Bobby until she was full. He held her up against his chest and started to burp her, hoping she would doze off afterwards. Alas, it was to no avail. Five o’clock was quickly creeping up on them and Bobby was still fussing, keeping the boys up.

“Look, Bobby, listen to me. You’re tired. We’re tired. We can solve both problems if you just go to sleep.”

“Why are you trying to reason with her? She’s only a week and a half old.”

“Because, Eddie, neither of us have slept in like six days,” he whined.

Then, for a moment, there was silence. Eddie and Steve looked to each other, eyes wide. Steve tiptoed to Bobby’s room to set her back down in her crib—Eddie was already trying to work his way back into their room. Eddie was trying to pick his legs up into bed as Steve closed their bedroom door. He trudged over to help his husband into bed, but Eddie swatted him away.

“What’s your fucking problem, Ed? I’m just trying to help you.”

“I don’t need help,” he cried. “I can do it myself.”

“Ed–”

“Stevie, ever since I had the baby, you haven’t given me a second to breathe. I feel like I’m being smothered. I just want to do things on my own sometimes.”

“Eds… you not only carried our child for nine months, but you went through hours of labor only to end up getting sliced open and getting your uterus removed. I was just trying to help. I-I don’t want you getting hurt.”

“And I appreciate that, but… I don’t know, I feel helpless, Stevie.”

“I’m sorry, Ed. I-I didn’t even realize I was doing it.”

“You just have too much love in your heart, Harrington.”

“And I always will for you and Bobby. I hope you know that.”

“I do… sorry if I’ve been mean…”

“It’s okay, I get it.”

“I haven’t even asked you how you’ve been holding up. You must be exhausted.”

“Oh, Eddie, I’m so tired,” Steve whined, falling back on the bed. “I’ve been killing myself trying to take care of you two.”

“How many kids do you want again?”

“Shut it.”

“No, Steven, I really wanna know,” Eddie teased.

“Blow it out your ass, Harrington.” Steve rubbed his hands over his face as he let out a sigh. “She better be worth it.”

“She will be,” Eddie smiled, brushing Steve’s hair back. “I love you.”

“Where’d that come from?”

“I haven’t said it enough lately.”

“I love you too.”

“Even though I’ve been an immense pain in the ass?”

“You had a child, you get to be a pain in the ass.”

“Okay… for how long?”

“I’ll give you a year’s leeway.”

“What about two?”

“Six months.”

“I’ll take the year.”

“That’s what I thought,” Steve smirked, settling into bed. “Wake me when she starts to cry.”

“Will do. Night, Stevie.”

“Night, Eds.”

A few hours later, Eddie was awoken by the newborn screaming from her bedroom. He sat up, wincing in pain, and looked over to his husband, not moving a muscle. He let out a tired sigh, finally realizing just how exhausted Steve must’ve been.

With all his might, Eddie heaved himself out of bed to go tend to his daughter. He figured he may as well, since he was due to change his bandages anyways. He picked Bobby up and held her close to his chest, gently swaying his body and cooing to the young girl, in hopes that she’d settle down.

Steve groaned as he rolled over in bed, dreading getting up to feed the baby. He hadn’t even heard her cry, but his body had been on autopilot since last week. He aggressively rubbed his eyes and dragged his feet towards Bobby’s room. As he reached for the doorknob, he heard Eddie humming Golden Slumbers by The Beatles.

He peaked his head in, shocked to see his husband actually awake and being physically able to tend to the baby. Eddie smirked to himself, cheek gently resting atop Bobby’s head. He stopped humming for a moment to place a kiss on his daughter’s forehead.

“Your dad thinks he’s being really stealthy back there, huh, Bobbs?” Eddie whispered.

Bobby reached out her little hand from her blanket and grabbed onto the collar of Eddie’s sweatshirt. He chuckled to himself and smiled warmly at the sensation.

“How did I ever think I wouldn’t love you?” he sighed. “Stevie, I know you’re back there. You can come in, you know.”

“Sorry… didn’t want to ruin the moment.”

“I’m sure.”

“I’m a ninja, by the way.”

“Sure, whatever you say,” Eddie teased. “Go back to bed, Stevie, I got her.”

“No, Eds, we’re in this together. I’ll go make the bottle if you wanna keep holding her.”

“Okay…” Eddie whispered. “I love you.”

“I love you too…”

With that, Steve headed downstairs to the kitchen to begin preparing Bobby’s bottle. Tears were pooling in Eddie’s eyes as he held his daughter impossibly closer to his chest. He sniffled, trying to hold his tears in—damn mood swings.

“You have the best father in the world, you got that, Bobby? Daddy has loved you from the very start and he will love you to the very end. Even if, god forbid, something happens between us, he will always, always, always love you. He’d give you the moon if he could lasso it down. Oh, Bobby, that man has so much love in his heart for you—you don’t even know…” Tears began to stream down Eddie’s cheeks. “Sweet girl, I hope you get all the best parts of him, because he is just so amazing. He’s so selfless, and smart, and sweet, and honestly, not too shabby to look at.” He gently placed another kiss atop her head. “He will follow you to the ends of this earth, giving you nothing but love, support, and comfort. He’ll always be there for you—night or day. Daddy loves you, sweet girl… papa does too…”

“You mean it?” Steve whispered.

“Jesus!” Eddie jumped. “How long have you been standing there?”

He motioned for the freshly made bottle as he spoke. Steve handed it over, smiling fondly at his devoted spouse.

“Long enough,” Steve said. “You should be resting.”

“No, you should be resting.”

“Says the one who got cut open.”

“Says the one who is beyond sleep deprived.”

“Touché, Harrington, touché.”

“Go to bed.”

“No, we’re in this together,” Steve reiterated.

“Christ, you’re stubborn.”

“Oh, yeah, you’re one to talk.”

“Watch it, big boy.”

“Hey, hey, hey! Foul play!”

“How!”

“Oh, you know how!”

Eddie smirked at him teasingly before pursing his lips.

“You know… when I’m done feeding her and change my bandages, I could…” Eddie looked his husband up and down, shit-eating grin still plastered on his face.

“Christ almighty, give me the baby. Go change your bandages. See you in twenty. Don’t fall asleep on me, Harrington.”

“With how sleep deprived you are, you better be able to get your dick hard, Harrington.”

“Hey, language.”

“What do you mean ‘language’? She doesn’t know her ass from her elbow! When she finds out what her toes are, that’s when I’ll start watching my language.”

“Go!”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m going.”

[soleilnomoon]

could i also order a mocha latte with a chocolate (carmel) mousse with some poppy seeds! he/him ftm with eren pls💖

૮₍ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა ty for your patience, this was a lil labor of love. also i love a good fake dating trope!! and eren, i love him sfm (obvy but yk) 💗💗it's probably more angst than necessary but that's just how i live my life.

2.8k words, ftm reader (he/him pronouns), nsfw, 18+ mdni; hurt/comfort, angst~, smut obvy, some fluff if you squint real hard; modern au feat. fake dating/marriage of convenience, arranged marriage, eren living in denial bc that's what he does best, fingering, a lil bit of tlc on eren's part (shocker), mutual (unrequited) pining. reader is better than me bc i'd never have that much restraint but that's just bc i'm weak (⸝⸝ᵕᴗᵕ⸝⸝); both of them need to get it together *washes hands* (if u see spelling/grammar mistakes, no u didn't (⸝⸝ᵕᴗᵕ⸝⸝))

“i pray you do not fall in love with me, for i am falser than vows made in wine.” — william shakespeare

HORS D’OEUVRE

you remind yourself, for the twentieth time this week, that it’s simply business.

as your parents’ only child, it only made sense that they’d try to marry you off to the highest bidder — the business world is all about making meaningful connections, and you know that better than most. marriage was never something that you envisioned for yourself, but your parents rarely ever demanded anything from you, so the least you could do was adhere to their wishes.

and if you knew your husband-to-be would be this standoffish and hard to read, you might not have agreed — it’s a lie that you like to tell yourself, because it makes it easier to deal with his constant rejection. still, you did sign a contract — one he drafted outside of his parents’ prying eyes, one that he had you sign secretly; that you both agreed to one full year of marriage for appearances, that you refrain from interfering with one another’s private lives, and that you’d never fall in love.

you didn’t think much of it at the time, because there was no way in hell that you would fall in love with a man like eren jaeger. not when he looked at you like you were a nuisance that he was forced to deal with; not when he was so stiff and curt with you whenever you tried to drum up conversation; not when he barely sat for meals with you; and not when he refused to share a bedroom with you after you moved in together.

still, you hold your head up high, determined to see things through; the sooner this sham of a marriage was over, the better.

and eren was of the same mindset.

he argued with his parents until he was so fed up that he had to leave for a few days to calm down; an arranged marriage was always in his future, he just didn’t think it’d happen so soon. maybe it’s because his parents were tired of seeing him galivant with a different partner each week — maybe because the image of their company desperately needed a more family-oriented look (to draw in the masses, of course).

or maybe they wanted to punish him for being impulsive and hard-headed, for not wanting to take the path that was neatly laid out for him, and for simply rejecting the last twenty marriage candidates they presented to him over the past few years.

so, imagine their surprise when eren agreed to marry you — someone who kept to themselves, who didn’t cause trouble for their family, who seemingly looked obedient to the point that it made him sick. he figured the best way for him to live his life would be to use you as a cover up; you didn’t look like the type to complain, nor did you look particularly interested in getting married either.

it was the perfect solution to his problem, and it didn’t hurt that he found you attractive, too. not that he was going to tell you that just yet.

APPETIZER

despite how terrible his personality is, you can’t deny that your husband is handsome. you catch yourself staring at his profile while you wash dishes in the kitchen, eyes lingering on the shape of his jaw as you scrub the same plate over and over. he’s on the phone again, arguing with one of his friends — jean, maybe? — so you’re safe to admire him from afar, like you’ve always done. you try not to do it too openly because he tends to act smug when his ego is stroked, and you don’t have the capacity to deal with that just yet.

but also, more importantly, because you don’t ever want him to know that you’d give anything for him to come over and—

“i don’t care,” eren says loudly, his voice echoing from the adjacent hallway as he paces around. the noise startles you, so you turn to focus on the dishes before sneaking a glance at him again.

eren turns when he feels your eyes on him, and you don’t have a chance to look away fast enough. his eyes are a startling shade of green that matches his intense and audacious personality; you grip the wine glass in your hand a little too hard as he watches you. curiosity at your behavior makes him narrow his eyes and you assume he’s annoyed with you again. except, that’s not true at all.

he’s mostly annoyed with himself.

the marriage, in theory works just fine — he just did not consider the possibility of him developing feelings for you, not after being together for six months already. he finds every excuse to not touch you; barely looking your way in the mornings and evenings — the only time he even shows a modicum of interest is whenever you’re both whisked away to events that require both of you to be in attendance.

it’s out of duty that you comply, but you find it harder and harder as time goes on.

the first time eren kissed you was after you exchanged wedding vows — his lips were much softer than you thought they’d be, and while he’d only intended to give you a quick peck, he’d become entirely too immersed. you’d always found yourself disappointed with past partners because of the way they’d kissed, but eren truly made you feel like you would float for eternity. his hand was warm against the back of your neck, and you thought your heart would shoot out of your chest when his tongue brushed against your lips.

even though your lips parted immediately, eren remembered himself and refused to let himself get carried away. you were a little disappointed when he pulled away, but when you looked up at him you noticed the faint flush on his cheeks. you smiled to yourself, committing the sight to memory — which would become your anchor afterward — and genuinely enjoyed his presence throughout the rest of the evening.

where he was usually gruff and blasé, he’d suddenly become the perfect, loving groom. it unnerved and confused you; he was very adamant about keeping this as superficial as possible.

you wondered if it was part of the act? but if that was the case, why wouldn’t he mention before so you wouldn’t get so caught off guard. it made you skittish whenever his hand brushed against yours, whenever he offered you secret smiles and prolonged looks, and whenever he leaned down to whisper words of encouragement when it seemed like your anxiety over the whole affair was eating you alive.

it helped ground you but did nothing to stop your heart from beating rapidly when the realization set that you were married to him.

but by the time you got into the car to head back home, he sat as far away from you as possible, his posture stiff, expression unreadable. he’d gone from sociable and charming, to his usual petty self.

incredible.

“it’s just business,” he said out loud; you wanted to ask if those words were meant for you, or if they were meant for him. the question never leaves your mouth; you swallow back the rejection as best as you can, steel your features, stare out the window and remind yourself that falling in love with eren jaeger would be your downfall.

ENTRÉE / MAIN COURSE

after that, he makes it a point to only touch you out of necessity; he figures it’s the most logical and diplomatic solution to his problem. jean continues jabbering in his ear about nonsense, and he leans against the kitchen island, eyes tracing down the length of your neck and the slender shape of your shoulders. he really should take his conversation elsewhere, but he’s a masochist without meaning to be.

“uh huh,” he says noncommittally, a heat passing through him the moment you glance his way again — again, you’re doing that thing where you act as if you’ve been caught red-handed, like some doe-eyed deer in the middle of the night. and maybe you are, or maybe it’s all an act.

little does he know, you’re much too aware of his presence now, and your hand slips when you grab a plate and it shatters in the sink.

“damn it,” you say loudly and start to pick up the large pieces without thinking; you cut your hand and try to clean out the wound as best as you can. eren hangs up the phone in the middle of the conversation to make his way over to you; the scent of his cologne suffocates you in the best way, and when you turn and offer a small smile so you can rebuff his offer to help, you hesitate.

“let me see,” he demands, “don’t even think about arguing.” he casts you a sharp glass, one that tells you to behave, and for some reason, you find yourself wondering what would happen if you didn’t follow that command. but eren’s already grabbing onto your wrist and inspecting your palm carefully, long fingers gliding along your skin softly, making you a little dizzy. goosebumps prick your skin down your arms when he drags you to the bathroom so he can properly dress the wound.

you don’t know what to make of any of this; the questions pummel through your throat, bouncing around your mouth, desperate to escape. you never let them, though, and swallow them back with as much patience as you can muster.

“hop on the counter.” he lets go of your hand and rummages through the cabinet; surely, he’s joking, and you stand there stupidly, blinking at him, not moving an inch.

he grabs the first aid kit and narrows his eyes at you, the look he gives you is disarming and he steps close enough to place his hands on either side of you, gripping the counter tightly. “that wasn’t a request, you know.” your skin burns fiercely, and suddenly it’s hard to swallow; you do your best to hop on top of the counter in the minimal amount of space he allows you.

unfortunately for you, he does not let up. eren takes his time cleaning the wound properly before applying some ointment and wrapping it. he holds your hand much more delicately than you’re used to. you watch him, wide-eyed, breathing unevenly as you contemplate how to proceed with this man. for all the bullshit he puts you through, you know he’s lying to himself about his feelings towards you.

especially when he keeps looking at you tenderly, but also with slight annoyance — like he can’t figure out what to do with you yet. on impulse, he leans forward, lips brushing against yours and he knows that if he kisses you, there’s no turning back. you don’t make it any easier for him when you allow him to stand in between your legs, his hands gripping your hips and causing our mind to go blank.

you let out a soft noise, one that nearly incapacitates him; his cock strains at the front of his pants, making everything that much more difficult to deal with.

he knows he should leave, but he can’t — not yet, anyway. it’s eren who grabs the back of your neck and holds you steady as he kisses you, mouth moving against yours agonizingly slow, tongue gliding into your mouth with familiarity. the kiss leaves you both breathless, but it doesn’t stop him from kissing you again, nor does it stop you from helping him unzip and tug his pants and underwear down. his cock is smooth and heavy when you stroke it with your uninjured hand; the kisses transform into something feverish and frenetic, your skin warming significantly when you feel his hips jerk forward the faster your hand moves.

pre-cum slides down his tip, a welcomed sight in your book. you smile against his lips when his patience wears thin — he tugs on your clothes to strip you bare, and you do the same for him. you wrap our legs around him, hold him close to kiss him one more time — mind a muddled mess the moment his fingers enter you, scissoring around, pumping in and out lazily. you moan against his lips, hips rolling forward as your nails drag along his skin.

after plucking his fingers out of you, he rubs the head of his cock against your needy entrance, a shiver crawling through you at the sensation. you whine and fuss, telling him to hurry up.

he tsks quietly and shoots you a mischievous look, one that makes you nervous in a good way. there’s nothing soft or gentle about the way eren fucks you; but every time he does, it becomes much more intimate in its own way. you both knock things off of the counter, his cock sliding in and out of you, lips dragging along your throat, littering your skin with kisses and bite marks.

you clench around him desperately and he angles his hips to power into you faster and deeper. you moan his name so loud it only makes him want to fuck you harder; so he does. he’s not sure if it’s his heart or yours — or maybe both? — that beats loud enough to make him wonder if any of this is real. you’d say yes, if he ever had the courage to ask — but, as usual, his cowardice somehow wins out.

still, you can’t really complain; not when he keeps whispering in your ear, giving you the sort of praise that makes your toes curl. when you wrap your legs around him, hold him closer to you, he gives you short, brutal strokes, hips knocking into yours roughly.

it’s then that you really scream for him, and his lips find yours again as a lightheaded feeling takes over your entire body. you both cum simultaneously, a feat that surprises him; he rolls his hips lazily, cock sliding in and out of you for a little while longer until you both can’t take it. he doesn’t pull out right away and allows you to rest your forehead against his chest; a faint sheen of sweat coats your skin, but he holds onto you anyway.

when you place a soft, chaste kiss on the corner of his mouth, he realizes he’s in too deep. he pulls away suddenly and is already putting up his walls again.

with great difficulty, you climb down and reach for him, but he evades your touch and grabs his clothes so he can put them back on.

DESSERT

panic settles in your chest, the sinking realization that he’s going to run away from you again makes you clean up quickly so you can follow after him. he knows you won’t let this go, so he decides to cut to the chase. eren faces you and with a stern, severe expression, he says, “i can’t do this right now.” and he really can’t — or, rather, doesn’t want to.

to him, that’s the end of the discussion, but you’re so damn persistent — something that both was admirable and obnoxious to him — and stop him again.

“no,” you say firmly, which surprises him, “yes the fuck you can. we’re doing this right damn now.” you leave very little room for argument, so he relents; maybe if he lets you talk at him for a bit, you’ll drop this.

“what is it?”

your bravado slips but you still hold strong. “eren, we can’t keep…,” you trail off, lips pursed as you try to find the best way to say this, “i mean you can’t keep stringing me along like that.” you had feelings and a fragile heart, one that you willingly give to him over and over. his teeth sink into his bottom lip as he mulls over your words. “what are you so afraid of?”

he almost blurts out the truth, but instead balls his hands into fists at his side and attempts nonchalance again.

you won’t let up, though and poke at his chest with your finger. “i never pegged you for a coward,” you say harshly, which gives him pause. “i’m not going to have a half-assed relationship with you, i deserve more than that.”

he doesn’t speak for a long moment, the silence choking you, making you want to hide under your covers for the rest of the day; but then the strangest thing happens. resigned and wholly captivated by you, eren sighs and pulls you close to him. it’s an embrace that makes you question his motives, but his lips ghost along the curve of your ear and you can feel your heart pummeling against your rib cage. you will it to keep quiet, but it never slows. despite trying your best to remain calm and patient, you wish eren would hurry up and give you his answer, and before you can pester him about it again, his arms wrap around you and he whispers, “okay.”

[brideofdiscord-rewritten]

Bride of Discord Chapter 9: The Spark

Discord observed distantly at the Pegasus Fluttershy as she fed her animals. The view was only slightly warped in the strange glass, like it had cooled in the middle of the pour, with ripples and silly colors. He had distanced himself, as his presence disturbed the critters. Unsurprisingly.

Besides this, he He was fascinated by how well she was able to tame every creature, calming them down and nuzzling them. The fur that connected to her feathers housed small lizards and baby birds. Even the large bear posed no threat to her. She even allowed it to lick her. mane.

How did she do it? How could she be so kind that even the fiercest of creatures were enchanted by her? Ironically enough, that was exactly what he thought of her: enchanting. Magical. She treated him the way she did not because she was afraid of him, he knew that for sure.

He shook his head. His lips made flapping noises and his eyes rolled around like marbles. "What's happening to me?

His reflection responded, "You're turning into a sap, and all for that wimpy pegasus!"

"Hey!" Discord exclaimed, glaring at the mirror. "Don't talk about her that way!"

"See? You've even stooped so low as to defend her honor! You've fallen for your own act!" His reflection scratched at his horn and it fell off.

"I have not! I just…" he twiddled his fingers, "happen to find my fiancé…slightly attractive. What's wrong with that? S'what a husband's supposed to do!"

"What's wrong?! You've never found any pony attractive in your life! Even if you were to start, why would it be this pony? I mean look at her!"

Discord glanced back out the window. "Yeah, so?

"She's just so…flawless! There's not an ounce of discord in her! She's just so…so…"

The draconequus sighed dreamily. "Perfect."

The reflection's wings fell off.

"Exactly! She's too perfect! You have to change her! Turn her hair green or something!"

"whatEVER, she's not even perfect. She gets nervous very easy, she has eye bags, she curls her upper lip weird, shes so strange but she carries herself in such a way- I like some differences!"

"Ugh!" the reflection growled. "Listen to yourself! Where is your pride?!"

"Oh, shut up! I have a fiance because I'm so powerful!"

The reflection's beard fell off.

"she's the opposite of you!"

"that's the cool part- thats what makes it CHAOTIC!"

He waved his hand and draped a blanket over the mirror then turned his attention back to Fluttershy. He had to get closer, but he did not want to frighten her. So he perched on a tree branch just a few feet away, scaring a few birds in the process. His grin widened. She certainly was more interesting up close. But of course, to sit and watch felt eerie even to himself.

"Hold still, Angel Bunny," she said in her sweet voice as she fluffed the rabbit's tail. "There. All done." She lowered herself onto the plush grass. Zoysia, or Raleigh st. Augustine.

The rabbit leapt into her hooves and cuddled her. Discord's heart fluttered as he heard her giggle for the first time. That's so wacky! Ponies are satisfied so easily.

"Yes, I missed you too. I needed some lighthearted sass."

Angel then pulled away and yapped something that made Fluttershy frown.

"Oh, you see…I made a deal with him and…we're getting married."

As the other animals heard this, they made frantic noises. She tried to calm them down.

"Yes, yes, I know, he doesn't appear very friendly…"

Discord was starting to regret bringing those animals.

"But…he's not as bad as you think."

This made his eyes widen. The animals screamed in protest.

"No, really," Fluttershy assured them. "He hasn't really done anything to me yet…though I will admit, he still scares me a little…but he did bring you all here, and that makes me happy."

She then started singing to the birds, who sang in response. Discord closed his eyes as he listened to that sweet, melodic voice of hers. Never had he ever heard a sound so beautiful, so perfect, much like the pony it came from. He would have listened to it all day had the branch not given way beneath him. He let out a cry as he hit the ground, frightening the animals and causing them to scatter. Fluttershy shrieked and spun around. Her terror faded once she saw the draconequus' state.

"Goodness, are you hurt?" she asked, flying over to him.

He flinched as she lightly touched his paw.

"Oh, don't worry about me," he said, getting up. "I'm fine."

Fluttershy glanced up at the broken limb. "Were you spying on me?"

"No! Well, I was in the tree, but I wasn't watching you!" He grinned sheepishly. "You see…I didn't want to disturb you, and…sorry I scared your animals off."

She sighed. "Well, as long as you're here, care to help me feed the animals? There's so many of them you see and it's getting late…"

She pointed at the sky turning orange and pink from the sunset. The clouds looked like fish scales and shimmered their droplets of water like pearls. It had just rained and the rainbows shining off the clouds reminded them of the gems on the castle.

"Sure, I can take care of it!" he exclaimed, snapping his fingers. "Done! Now how about some dinner?"

Fluttershy's stomach growled at the mention of food. "Come to think of it, I haven't eaten much today… I nearly ate some of my bird's seeds earlier on accident."

With another snap of his fingers, a picnic blanket appeared beneath them, along with that came frozen daiquiris into two glasses. Discord offered her a glass. She spaced the small sips she took.

"no need, it's non alcoholic."

Still suspicious, she accepted the glass and took a sip. He had told the truth.

"So I take it you're enjoying the garden?" he inquired.

"Oh, yes," Fluttershy said with a smile. "Thank you again, but…" She looked up. "Some of the birds were flying, but something stopped them when they got too high."

"I didn't want them to leave you, that'd be rude!"

She stared at him with distressed eyes. "So the animals…are trapped here…like me?"

Seeing her smile disappear, Discord realized he had made a mistake and had to correct it. He gently lifted her chin.

"Cheer up, my dear. They're here with you. Isn't that all that matters?"

"I suppose," she replied, still not smiling.

He had to get that smile back, so he snapped his fingers and made a frosted carrot cake appear. Fluttershy's mouth dropped open.

"How did you…?"

"I told you," he stated simply. "I had nothing to do for three years but spy on you ponies. It was only natural that I find out a few things."

He summoned a cake cutter to cut her a slice of the cake and placed it on a smaller plate.

"What about dinner?" she asked.

"I'm sure we can break the rules a teensy bit," he smirked.

As she took the plate, a fork materialized in her hoof, Discord grinned as her smile returned. That is, until he realized she had no possible way of using it. She simply dipped her head and bit out of the slice.

"This is the best carrot cake I've ever tasted!" she declared.

"Only the best for my bride!" Discord said, taking a slice of cake himself.

Fluttershy blushed but then looked at him seriously. "Why were you spying on me, anyway? Just now, I mean."

"I wasn't spying, I was…observing. After all, you are a…interesting subject to watch."

She said nothing and stared down at her hooves, her face turning red.

"I wasn't lying, you know, when I said you were beautiful."

She looked away. "T-thank you, but…I'm not that... Comfortable with that."

"Oh, don't be so modest, my dear!" He tilted her head toward him. "You are a natural beauty, and that's saying a lot, coming from me. Usually when I see something so perfect I don't like it. But maybe it's because you're different."

Fluttershy moved from his claw and looked at the grass. "Not really. I mean…I was a model for a short while…"

His eyes widened. "Really? I mean, sure, you have the look, but…with that posture??"

She clutched her pearls in mock indignation.

"that's not at all why I quit! I couldn't handle all the attention and I had less time for my friends."

"Oh, I see…"

"See what?" She turned back to him to see a mischievous, disconcerting look on his face. "Discord, w-what are you…?"

She squealed as he attacked her with a hug. She kicked her legs frantically

"Discord, let me go!"

"What's the matter?" he taunted. "Can't handle all the attention I'm giving you?"

"N-no, I…" She trailed off as he ran his claw across her back. Then she started giggling. "T-that…he he…stop that…he he…tickles!"

This was his first time hearing her laugh, and it was captivating.

"Ha-ha! Please! I have to…ha-ha…finish my cake!"

"Oh, alright."

Discord sighed as he released her, only to have her tackle him over.

"Wait…what are you…? Ha-HA-HA-HA-HA!"

She was using her feathers to tickle him in return. However, she did not have the advantage of size. He snatched her up before she could get to the real torture.

"Nice try, you devious little thing!" he exclaimed. The rocking ceased and they pulled away from each other. "So in conclusion, I don't play."

Fluttershy giggled. "Understand."

He gently set her down. "You know? You should laugh more often. Laughter becomes you well."

She blushed and then realized that was the first time she had belly laughed with someone is weeks. heck, maybe even a month.

"Thanks for walkin' me home, Spike." Applejack said when they reached the edge of the farm. "And thanks again for helpin' me with the critters. Even though it didn't turn out so well, it was still mighty big of ya."

After they had finished eating, Fluttershy was getting tired. She had been unable to sleep with everything going on, so she decided to retire early. When she entered her room, she looked in the mirror on the vanity, examining her face and hair. No matter how many ponies called her beautiful she felt like an outsider looking in at a conversation. They weren't complimenting her, they liked her face.

"Anything for you, AJ," the dragon said with a smile.

She lowered her head and tucked her face back behind her hat. He skipped and flounced so lovingly. She wondered how betrayed he'd feel when he realized that two of his first best friends stole away his first love. Not that he could've had a chance to date her, but what an unfortunate way to realize your situation.

The last pony she wanted to see zoomed past her, unwaveringly hovering over her like a wraith in the night. Then, her features peeked through the black lace sheet of night.

Applejack was about to say something when Rainbow Dash smiled and her words caught in her throat.

"I was lookin' for you! Rarity asked me to come over, and I want you to come with!"

"Aw shucks, talk about'a wingpony!"

"You know I gotchu! Besides, you just make sleepovers more... Uhh.."

She noticed the farm mare's tentative gaze. She actually listened to her, and considered it. It didn't help Rainbow's flow of thought that the ponys eyes seemed to glow when she blushes. Illuminating her smile were street lights, showcasing her bonny beautiful smile lines. Her teeth were slightly crooked, but rainbow had hyperdontia anyways-

"Dash? Shug? The sleepovers?"

"right! You make em' more fun! All of us are different and we mesh WAY too well. Anyways, I gotta hot date, and she's YOUR marefriend!"

Rainbow was chased playfully by the draft pony, after all her head cleared when she flew.

Fluttershy woke up with a scream. Discord flew through her thick doors in the moments following.

"What is it?! What's wrong?!"

She sighed in relief. "Nothing. It was a bad dream."

"Oh." Discord blushed in embarrassment. "My bad, I just thought…

"That I was in danger?" she finished.

She had to admit that was awfully sweet of him.

"Yes, but you're not, I see. So I'll just be going…"

"Wait! Could you, um…stay for a little bit?"

He stared at her, and then clapped his hands, turning the lights on. He sat on the edge of the bed.

"So this nightmare," he said, "what was it about?"

Fluttershy was about to tell him, but then remembered who she was talking to and hid her face under the covers. Discord was confused by this reaction. Then he recalled something and frowned.

"Was it about…me?"

She peered out at him. "How did you…?"

"You mentioned it to your friends."

She hid her face again in shame. "I'm really sorry, I…

"Tell me."

"What? Why?"

She was hesitant at first, but the beans had been spilt. She told him how it was the same every night: he would hold her, chuckle darkly, whisper horrible things in her ear, and sometimes turn her into her discordant self again. It stung him.

"Is that how you see me?" he asked, with hurt behind the mask of his bright eyes.

"I…I…"

"Please, I…I don't know why I keep dreaming it. I'm not scared of... You, in front of me."

When he gazed into those pleading eyes, his coldness dissolved. He could not leave her in this state.

"Alright," he said with a sigh. "I'll stay with you until you fall asleep.

She smiled in thanks. "I'm not really sure if I can go to sleep now."

"How about I help you?"

"Sure, but what…?"

With a snap of his fingers, they found themselves sitting on top of a cloud high above the castle.

"Whyd you do that?" Fluttershy asked.

"It's a clear night," Discord said, lounging onto his back. "I thought we could have a look at the stars."

"no- well not no, but why did you teleport us? We can both fly."

"works up a sweat!" Suddenly as she looked at him he wore an outfit similar to the actress and activist, Mane Fonda. only, in the 80's.

"They're beautiful," she marveled.

"Yeah." Discord muttered. She raised an eyebrow at him. "I can admire pretty lights!" He continued to look at the ones reflecting in the pools of her eyes rather than the ones in space.

"You know Twilight could name all the stars and planets and constellations?" she said. "Every single one of them!"

Her smile wavered at the thought of her friend. Discord saw this and knew he had to distract her.

"The stars are rather boring when they're stuck on the sky like that, aren't they?"

He waved his paw and Fluttershy gasped as the stars moved into the shape of a butterfly.

"Does that count as your confines?"

"if it isn't, I got lots of paperwork to do."

Fluttershy watched as the astral butterfly flapped its wings against the night sky and floated in circles. "Well…it is kind of…neat…"

Discord laughed triumphantly as the smile returned to her face. "See? My chaos can be useful."

"you've done more useful stuff than that. Just, for your reasons."

He grinned and made writing motions with his claw, using the stars to spell out a message. Fluttershy's eyes grew to the size of frying pans as she read it: Do you love me? Check Yes or No. Underneath, he drew two boxes marked 'Yes' and 'No.'

When she turned to him, he had that excited look on his face. He handed her his glowing claw, still pointing towards the sky. She glanced between him and the message, and then finally took the claw and drew a check in the second box.

Discord shrugged, still half smiling. "Creative, eh? I'm getting good at this."

...

"I-I'm really sorry, but…I just don't…feel that way about you yet…"

"No, it's okay!" he said quickly.

But it was not okay. She had rejected him before, but for some reason, it hurt this time.

He stiffened as he felt something nuzzle against him. He glanced down to see the pegasus curling up to him.

"But I'm willing to accept you as a friend," she said softly.

It was as if a string were pulled inside his chest. "Friend?"

"Why, of course. I think it's only fair."

He did not know what to say. "Oh…well, I've…never really had a friend before. i should rework the sign."

The stars now read: Do you wanna be my friend And if you do, Well then don't be afraid to take me by the hand If you want to. I think this is how love goes. Check yes or no.

"Huhuhuh, I stole that."

"Never?"

"What do you think?"

She nuzzled closer to him. "Well, now you do. And I'm sorry."

He blinked. "For what?"

"I was wrong about you. You're not a monster."

She closed her eyes and snuggled into his fur. Discord stared at her in awe, not believing that such a pony could exist. Not only was she beautiful beyond belief, but she was kind enough to even care for him. Even if she had not given him what he had expected, the idea of having a friend made his heart explode. Who knew I even had a heart?

She mumbled. "Well, you might be. But I like monsters then."

He stuck out his claw unsurely and began to stroke her mane. Fluttershy opened her eyes and looked up at him. He retracted his claw, not sure why he was suddenly so hesitant.

"Sorry, I…do you mind?"

She stared at him for a moment and then smiled. "No, it's okay." She flipped onto her belly and closed her eyes. "Go ahead, so long as you don't tickle me again."

He chuckled as he sat up, leaning on his arm. "Don't worry, my dear. I'll be gentle."

Not wasting a second of this opportunity, he placed his paw on the top of her head and slowly ran his fingers through her mane. He sighed internally at the softness of her hair and Fluttershy was once again surprised at his tender touch. His raptor talons now used to graze her scalp ever so gently, like a large bumblebee on a small flower.

The sleep she was lulled in was one discord was hesitant to cut short. So of course he didn't. He lie close to her, feeling her heart beating, and wondered if it was him she dreamed of. Thank Celestia they were together, he just wanted to stay in this moment forever.

So he curled his body around her, like a dragon guarding its treasure. He continued to stare at her face, so it would be the last thing he would see before drifting off to sleep himself. He didn't want to sleep though, he could've spent the whole night just hearing her breathing. Watching her smile while she slept. Despite his droopy lids, he didn't wanna miss a thing.