#how to stop husband extra marital affairs

[euph0synee]

okay hear me out !!

why are most of the bls/gls manhwa are nsfw/smut and some are just literal p*rn without an interesting stroy line whereas, it's completely different when it's straight manhwas??? like do ppl prefer the lgbt+ manhwas be smut without actual story line and romance, just to see same gender ppl fuck??

it's so weird how most of the straight manhwas have such cute teeth rotting romance which can give u butterflies without any smut or wtv just wholesome shit but when u go to read bls/gls there's just manhwas filled w literal p*rn and smut???

is it normal?

also why do ppl love to excuse problematic behavior portrayed in these bl manhwas/dramas?

like most of these bl manhwas have r*pey mls who literally force themselves on the mc despite mc not wanting it and there are ppl excusing this behavior and still supporting the ml like "omg he's so hot" "he's a red flag but i want him 😍" like would u want a guy who's a r*pist? it's not a red flag stop saying shit like that. it's not a red flag it's a fucking crime. it's literally like saying "omg that dude r*ped his colleague? damn he's a red flag 😍" HOW IS THIS OKAY AT ALL??? ARE U SICK IN THE HEAD OH MY GOD??

also there's this one bl drama where the guy is married to a woman but then he falls in love with another man or smth like that idk that drama i haven't seen it but did see one of the scenes from the drama and it was like,

the husband (who's basically the main character) was meeting with the guy he fell in love with (the male lead) and they were kissing or something in the husband's house i think and suddenly his wife comes back and catches them together.

now, what do u think? is there something that u find problematic in that? well let me tell u what i found problematic in that it was the fact that the husband was cheating on his wife. idc if he was in love with another with a man or woman, he had an EXTRA MARITAL AFFAIR while being married to that woman. and you know the comment section was filled with ppl who supported the husband and the lover bc obviously they were the main couple of the drama but nobody gave a fuck about how the wife would've felt? if the man was cheating with another woman everyone would've called him out right? but suddenly their feminism dies when it's boy×boy?

the wife had no reason to get hurt and be dragged in all this mess bc of the main couple. The husband was gay, he should've told the wife that he was gay or smth? idk what y'all think but i think extra marital affairs are problematic and should be called out regardless of the genders involved.

i cannot be the only one feeling all this is problematic right? i cannot be the only one thinking this all is just balant fetishization of gay men? please tell me if i am wrong or if I'm missing any point here that i need to be educated about? and i would prefer it more if only the ppl of LGBT+ community give their opinion or argument on this post because i want to know the honest opinion of those who are actually being targeted by all these bls and all i.e, the gay ppl and lgbt ppl rather than a straight person.

also srry for any spelling mistakes or wtv i can't type for shit 😍😍😍😍

[nigerdeltaheraldngrs]

Alleged infidelity: Stop chasing shadows, face case in court, estranged wife tells ex-Rep Uwak

The estranged wife said it still beat her imagination how her ex-husband was dragging his failed marriage into an already failed political life knowing that the National Assembly is not a family court where marital issues are handled.

Hon. Robinson Uwak had recently alleged that Kezia was having an extra-marital affairs with Hon Benjamin Kalu, the Chairman of House of Representatives Committee on Media and Public Affairs.

Kezia advised the former lawmaker to stop jumping from one media house to another in his quest to divert attention from the case against him that is pending in court.

[24thenews]

Alleged extra-marital affair: Ex-Rep Uwak’s estranged wife Kezia dismisses spouse’s accusation

Kezia Uwak, the estranged wife of former member of House of Representatives, Hon. Robinson Uwak, has berated her former spouse over allegation of having an extra-marital affair with Hon Benjamin Kalu, House of Representatives Committee Chairman on Media and Public Affairs.

Kezia, who had two children for Uwak, said in a statement that her former husband came up with the fake accusation in a bid to cover an accusation of domestic violence leveled against him.

She said Uwak, the former lawmaker who represented the Oron/Mbo/Okobo/Ure-Offong/Oruko and Udung-Uko Federal Constituency of Akwa Ibom State at the 7th Assembly, appeared to be on a mission to smear the character of Hon. Kalu by accusing him of having an extra-marital affair with her.

Uwak had recently maintained that he would not apologise to Kalu over the allegation of an amorous relationship with his wife, Keiza Uwak.

Kezia called on Uwak to stop distracting the general public with fake stories of infidelity as reports of numerous acts of domestic violence against him were before the law enforcement agencies and the court.

She advised Uwak to face the law enforcement agencies that were investigating the matter and desist from dragging the name of Hon. Benjamin Kalu into his misfortune.

Kezia said: “I still maintain that Hon Benjamin Kalu who is being accused by Hon Robinson Uwak is completely innocent of all the frivolous accusations of interference in our previous marital life. I advise Robinson Uwak not to use our failed marital life to settle political scores.”

Kezia stated that during her marriage to Uwak, she never had anything to do with any other man, not via communication, no physical meetings and absolutely nothing whatsoever with any other man.

Kezia noted: “I was a stay at home wife for Hon Robinson Uwak as he didn’t allow me to do any work but to always be indoors to take care of the house, which I did without hesitation.

“I got pregnant two months after our wedding with our twins and considering how taxing a twin pregnancy can be, I was practically at home throughout the period of the pregnancy. After the successful delivery of the twins through Cesarean Section (operation), it took a while for me to recover from the surgery and was fully engaged with the task of taking care of our babies.

“During that period of body healing, I was deprived of sleep, always stressed and not eating well. Being my first child bearing experience with twins, my entire life was dedicated to the care and well being of our new twin babies.

“With all those sacrifices of staying at home and nursing new babies, it was a huge embarrassment to be accused of cheating by Robinson, which was unimaginable.

“Due to Robinson’s physical violence and abuse, the househelps we employed to assist me then kept leaving the job, as they were always looking very uncomfortable and scared in the house which forced the babies and myself to live all alone during those formative period, even as Robinson usually came back home to his new family within the early hours of each day without any form of assistance or support to me and the children. Even with his violent character, I equally managed to endure all the pains and sufferings just for the sake of the family and the love I had for our children.”

Kezia said in her efforts to build a happy family, she tried to do everything he asked of her until one morning that Robinson strangled her without any provocation, stressing that in order to save her life and that of their twins, she had to leave his house in search of safety somewhere.

She stated that the disgusting and unprintable claim that she was kept in a hotel by Benjamin Kalu whom she didn’t see within the past four (4) years or even spoken to in the last three (3) years was a wicked and fabricated lie.

She said instead of Robinson facing the charges she leveled against him, it was shocking how he was accusing Kalu of having an extra marital affair with her.

She added: “While he was abusing me in his house, I reported the matter to NAPTIP and at some point, NAPTIP rescued me and sent invitations to him for questioning but he declined and instead, Robinson harassed, intimidated and arrested me with SARS operatives at the Abuja airport while on my way to Calabar, when I decided to go and stay with my beloved mother.

“While we were in Calabar, Robinson brutally invaded my mother’s residence and forcefully abducted our children which has left me with anger, pains, sorrow and anguish till today.

��By reading his new fake stories in the media, I began to wonder if Robinson Uwak is mentally stable as his allegations against me are constantly concocted lies which he still tells to assuage his guilt and failings as a husband, father and responsible member of the society. At some point, I was consoled by the fact that he is known for harassments, libel and intimidation of opponents and the weak.

“Considering the fact that our law enforcement agencies are very sophisticated in forensic investigations and with the matter already in court, I am very delighted that they will unravel the truth behind all his allegations against me; hence the outcome of the investigation will prove all the grievous lies Robinson peddles against me.

“For the embarrassment and disgrace that this matter has caused Hon. Benjamin Kalu and his family, I am deeply sorry and do reaffirm that I had no private relationship with Hon Kalu before, during and after my marriage with Robinson.

” I only worked for Hon Kalu during his electioneering as a media consultant, which terminated after the elections in February 2019 on contract basis. I then got married to Robinson in June 2020, which was over one year and four months after I stopped working for Hon Benjamin Kalu.

“During the period I was having marital issues until I left Robinson, I did not have any communication with Hon Kalu or any member of his staff whatsoever.

“On the accusation of entering the National Assembly with the support of Kalu, it is a known fact that my mother has been a seasoned journalist in the past 34 years and in my quest for a platform to debunk some negative media propaganda against me by Robinson, she used her contacts in the industry to get me a platform at the National Assembly Press Corps, which gave me an opportunity to tell my story collectively to all the media houses.

“I wish to reiterate that Hon Benjamin Kalu did not aid me in accessing the media houses in the National Assembly and I will always appreciate the House of Reps Press Corp for the opportunity given to me to tell my own side of the story.

“Considering the fact that Robinson and I are in court, the reason for this release is for the world to know that Hon Benjamin Kalu, who is now his new target of assault is completely free from all the accusations leveled against him and I do once again sincerely apologize for any inconvenience the concocted lies of Robinson Uwak may have caused him, his lovely family and his numerous supporters.”

[miyahajiali]

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[drunkserval]

Untitled BingJiu Practice

A little exercise of writing these characters to prepare me for working on something else.

I may post this as its own thing on Archive later but much like the Fresh Canvas thing it really needs some polish.

Modern AU, slight NTR elements.

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Years of loneliness and inaction had led Shen Jiu down a dark path. A fling had become a full-blown affair, guilt piling pressure on his mind, and he had to do something before it tore his marriage apart.

But it seemed this little beast Luo Binghe was unwilling to leave him alone. He knew Shen Jiu’s home inside out by this point, knew his routine, and worst of all he knew who his husband was. He had never made an explicit threat to reveal their tryst to Yue Qingyuan or the public; his words were too careful for that. Shen Jiu was no fool, however.

And he had a plan.

Shen Jiu started out with small things at first; all at once and he thought his husband might suspect something. Extra text messages during the day. An idle ‘I miss you’ here and there. A note of encouragement left on a delicious homemade meal. It moved on to putting on a show of pouting when Yue Qingyuan would have to work late, clinging to him when he tried to leave their bed in the morning, and playfully hiding his keys. It all culminated in a tearful ‘confession’ about how he’d ‘been so so lonely’ and ‘wasn’t even sure his husband loved him more than his work’.

Within days, Yue Qingyuan had his entire workplace setup moved into the house and rearranged the structure of his office so that he rarely had to leave.

With this shield effectively in place, Shen Jiu felt protected from temptation. He hoped it would be sufficient to dissuade Luo Binghe and encourage him to move on.

Little did he know that Luo Binghe had a backup plan too. He quit his job at the hotel when he and Shen Jiu initiated their fling. Soon after this, the groundskeeper that worked for Yue Qingyuan and Shen Jiu stopped showing up for work or answering their calls. He never even turned up for his last bit of pay.

And a certain young man turned up on their doorstep the very day Yue Qingyuan placed the advertisement.

Upon learning that their new hire Luo Binghe lived in a crowded and run-down apartment building all the way across town, Yue Qingyuan, the fool that he was, insisted that Luo Binghe stay in their spacious estate with them. After all, they had plenty of guest rooms!

He’d acted so innocent and humble and thanked Yue Qingyuan over and over as if his very life had been saved by his benevolence, but there was victory in his eyes when they settled on Shen Jiu.

Despite this, Shen Jiu still tried to enjoy these strange times.

Though he was in his office for much of the day, at least Yue Qingyuan was home. That meant they were able to spend so much more time in one another’s company. They were taking meals together again, watching movies on the couch together again. And every night, Yue Qingyuan was right there beside him. No more lonely nights and late-night texts and cold sheets.

Everything would be fine if not for their beast of a houseguest.

Ever since the incident weeks before this when he’d fucked Shen Jiu on his marital bed, Luo Binghe had been acting cocky. And now that there was no getting away from him his behavior had grown even more annoying. He’d pull Shen Jiu in for forceful kisses when Yue Qingyuan was just in the other room, or dare to sneak in an inappropriate touch when there was nothing more than a countertop obscuring his employer’s line of sight.

Shen Jiu decided this would be an excellent time to remind him of his place.

Luo Binghe had developed a particular habit of jogging around the perimeter of the property, indulging in the cool fresh air. He did it almost every night like clockwork. When sleep would delay in taking Shen Jiu he would see it. About an hour after the couple went to bed Luo Binghe would go out for his limited wanderings. He’d run the length of the premises, pause to net up any stray leaves in the pool, or do stretches. And Shen Jiu would watch him between the curtains wondering what he was scheming… and forming his own scheme.

Yue Qingyuan didn’t question Shen Jiu’s sudden bout of friskiness, more than happy to indulge him night after night. He seemed pleasantly surprised by the fact that his husband no longer demanded that all the lights be turned off during the act. He most likely thought that Shen Jiu would reverse the behavior if he drew attention to it and thus stayed quiet. In any other case, he’d be right.

It was easy enough to keep Yue Qingyuan’s rapt attention upon himself, keep him from noticing that they were giving their own employee quite the show. And when Shen Jiu sensed that unmistakable gaze upon him he would, with subtle movements, glance out the tall window between the curtains that swayed in the fan’s breeze, meet that gaze directly… and smile.

After the first night, Luo Binghe didn’t act any different.

After the second night, Luo Binghe was quiet that morning and throughout the day he would cast long, studying looks at Shen Jiu.

After the third night, Luo Binghe didn’t come inside the house for breakfast at all.

Shen Jiu was victorious. The beast stayed out of his way like a cowed dog all throughout the morning and afternoon and he could once again walk around his own house with his head held high.

Until he turned the corner to the laundry room and found himself stopped.

A toned muscular arm was blocking his way.

He sneered at the pool boy and commanded in a haughty tone of voice, “Move.”

But Luo Binghe didn’t yield. There was none of the usual amusement in his face as he stared his employer’s husband down… just a scowl and a darkened look to his eyes.

“Just what is it you’re trying to do?” he asked.

Shen Jiu tried to go around him, but it was hard to maneuver. His arms were full with the heavy basket. Unable to pass, he scoffed, “The laundry.”

The reply was half-speech and half-growl. “Not. That.”

Sighing, “Then I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh no no, dear vixen.” Luo Binghe leaned in so close it was dangerous and put on a lower tone, “Playing innocent might work on that thick-skulled husband of yours, but it won’t work on me.”

“You would know about playing innocent, wouldn’t you,” Shen Jiu deadpanned, holding his ground. “I should be the one asking you what your game is, not the other way around. I’m simply trying to live my life with my husband. You, on the other hand… I don’t believe your sob story about your crappy apartment any more than I believe you need this job.”

The amusement returned a little. Luo Binghe let off the doorframe and Shen Jiu shoved him quite intentionally with the basket as he passed. There was no move to retaliate. Luo Binghe just watched him load the laundry in with a raised brow.

Eventually, “What makes you say that, vixen?”

“The watch you were wearing when I met you would’ve cost you a year’s rent in a place like that.” Shen Jiu rolled his eyes and pressed the buttons on the machine. “Don’t even get me started on the suit you had on and your cologne was no cheap blend either.”

Luo Binghe was closing the space between them, “I’m touched you remember so much about the night we met even after I bought you so many drinks. But you’re avoiding my question.”

Shen Jiu started the noisy machine and brought his hands up to push Luo Binghe out of the way, but his wrists were seized. Luo Binghe dragged him into a rough, deep kiss, using his foot to push the laundry room door shut and then hoisting the smaller man up by his hips. He sat Shen Jiu on the edge of the washing machine.

Those hands had returned to his wrists after positioning him and he tried in vain to twist them free. Luo Binghe’s grip was hard enough to bruise but rather than pain Shen Jiu could only feel warmth rushing through him.

Damn it. He… he had really thought all the measures he took would be enough.

When Shen Jiu’s legs wrapped around him, Luo Binghe smirked against their kiss.

“You really are a snake,” He said at length, breathless against the other’s lips once he finally managed to pull himself back from them. He slid his hands up beneath Shen Jiu’s shirt, bemusement and disgust both tangible in his voice. “I almost feel sorry for that fool husband of yours, it’s only a matter of time before you break his heart.”

Shen Jiu bit back his thought of ‘I’m aiming for yours’. He hissed as the buds of his chest were each caught between a thumb and forefinger, clenching his teeth in pleasure and anger as he replied, “You know nothing about us.”

“I know enough about you.”

Shen Jiu growled.

Luo Binghe pressed them closer together, sliding his hands down to squeeze the back of Shen Jiu’s thighs, “And I know there’s a reason you came to that bar to prowl.”

The words were frigid, “You were only ever a substitute.”

“Ah, vixen,” was the fond reply as he moved in for a kiss, “I don’t think you’re so sure of that anymore.”

[gururksharma]

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[recurring-polynya]

For the Renji birthday prompt: A fic where Renji discovers that he can't go tits out anymore now that he's married (maybe with some jealous Rukia thrown in perhaps)?

I maintain that the new tits-in regime is self-imposed; I present to you my thesis. (I did not attempt to take on The Vest; I assume it came later, and I eagerly await more Vest Lore from Kubo himself)

Warning that I sincerely hope deters absolutely no one: This fic is about boobs. It contains many, many synonyms for boobs. Some of them are rude. 

Read on ao3 or ff.net

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“I’m telling you, you’re jumping to conclusions. Sometimes he puts them away when he fights. He told me this.”

“I haven’t seen them in weeks.”

“It’s been winter.”

“That has never stopped him before. And it’s April now. Open season. And yet…?”

“I think we should just ask him.”

“You can’t just ask a guy, ‘hey, where did your tits go?’”

“I could, but I refuse. Abarai’s aesthetic is his own business.”

“Since when?”

“Okay, he’s here, someone’s gotta do it.”

“Not it!”

“Also not it!”

“Matsumoto, you have to do it. You’re the one who talked him into letting them hang out in the first place.”

“I agree with Yumichika. Renji knows what he’s doing, and if he has decided that the puppies are off-limits, that’s on him.”

“Hey, guys!” Abarai Renji’s cheerful voice rang out over the din of the bar. “Sorry I’m late!”

“Just means you have to catch up quick!” Rangiku declared, pouring him some sake.

“No missus tonight?” Shuuhei asked.

Renji’s entire face went pink and he got the same moony look in his eyes he always got whenever someone mentioned his wife or his marital state generally. “She sends her regards and says I’m supposed to drink extra for her. She goes over to the Manor on Wednesday evenings now to hang out with her brother.”

“Have you actually managed to call him by his given name yet?” Iba asked. “Now that you’re related?”

“His given name is ‘Captain’ and I call him that all the time,” Renji replied snottily.

“So. Renji,” Izuru said, leaning forward on his elbow. “Are you doing something different? With your look? I feel like there’s something different about you.”

Renji’s face lit up. “You noticed!” He swung his head around, his long braid swinging over his shoulder. “I’ve started braiding it!”

“Oh, no, it’s permanent?” Yumichika moaned.

“That’s not new,” Iba scoffed. “You slept with it like that the whole time we were roommates. I just figured that you didn’t have time to fix your hair in the morning anymore because you were too busy taking care--oof!”

“It looks very nice, Renji!” Momo said sweetly, extracting her elbow from Iba’s rib cage.

“It’s different,” Renji glowered at Iba. “I braid it loosely at night to prevent breakage and lock in moisture. This is an action braid.” He wheeled on Yumichika. “And I’m only French braiding it for now, because it’s shorter in front than in the back, you know, because of the accident. Once I’ve grown it out to all one length again, I’ll just do a regular braid.”

“You could just cut it to the length of the shortest part and go back to the pineapple hair,” Ikkaku suggested. “I always liked the pineapple hair.”

Renji turned pink again. “Ah, well. Rukia likes it long.”

“Yeah, I don’t think the braid is… what I was thinking of,” Izuru soldiered on.

Renji sucked his teeth thoughtfully. “I got a new tattoo? A pair, actually.”

“Oh! Did you?”

“On your chest?” Shuuhei asked hopefully. A healing tattoo would be a good excuse to cover up.

“Nah, on my thighs.”

Izuru sighed. “Since when do I look at your thighs, Abarai?”

“I have good thighs, Izuru.”

“He probably just looks different because he’s so happy now,” Rangiku suggested. “By which I mean getting your back blown out every night.”

“That could be it!” Renji agreed cheerfully. “Oh, I was wearing a scarf for a while there, when we had that cold snap! Is it the scarf? Or maybe the lack of scarf? It’s a nice scarf, Captain gave it to me for a wedding present. He says a man of quality should own a scarf.”

“I give up,” Izuru sighed.

“Hey, jocks, what’s going on?” a new voice interrupted.

“Akon!” half the table chorused and Renji scooted over so Akon could slide in next to him.

“Glad you could make it!”

“Yeah, sorry, I had an experiment I wanted to get finished up.”

“We were just talking about how there’s something different about Renji,” Shuuhei pressed.

Akon surveyed Renji for a moment. “Well, he’s got his tits tucked in for once. Aren’t you hot? You told me once you did that for ventilation.”

“That was very much a lie,” Renji clarified. “And I’m a married man now, my cans are closed for business. Speaking of which, Rangiku, fill ‘er up again, please, I’ve gotta keep up my wife’s reputation.”

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Momo couldn’t believe this was happening to her. Out of their entire friend group, she was pretty sure she was the least interested in Renji’s… bosoms. There was a time… long, long ago when she had thought he was pretty hot stuff. She still counted him among her closest friends and favorite people, but had long ago come to the conclusion that big and beefy just wasn’t her type.

“Why, Lieutenant Hinamori! What brings you to my office?” Acting Captain Kuchiki Rukia leaned back in her chair, steepling her fingers. She must have been practicing, because the last time Momo had seen her do that, she had nearly fallen backwards out of the chair.

Momo sighed. “I have to tell you, this isn’t business.” Not exactly. It sort of was, in the sense that Shuuhei and Matsumoto (who apparently did care very much about Renji’s chest situation, so long as she wasn’t the one who had to confront him about it) had come over and dramatically draped themselves all over the Squad 5 couch and complained about the dreary state of affairs to Captain Hirako until he ordered Momo to go do some investigating.

“Good, because I have been filling out Nanao’s new skills-inventory-for-seated-officer forms all morning and I’m about to lose it,” Rukia said with an overly cheerful grin.

“We could go out to the yard and fight?” Momo offered hopefully. Maybe she could tell Captain Hirako that she got distracted and forgot to ask about Renji.

Rukia’s face fell a little. “Er, I’d love to, but I really shouldn’t today. Sentarou just made me this pot of tea, though. Do you want some? It’s lemon ginger, it’s really good.”

“Sure,” Momo agreed.

“So what’s up?” Rukia asked again, once Momo was perched in the guest chair, a fragrant cup of tea cradled in her hands.

Well, might as well just rip the bandage off. “I need you to know that I was put up to this by… you know. The idiots. The cowards we go drinking with.”

“Understood,” Rukia agreed.

“There is… some concern… about your husband.”

Rukia’s eyebrows shot up. “My sweet pumpkin pants?”

“I’m leaving,” Momo announced.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” Rukia waved her hands, laughing. “I’ll be serious. What has that lunkhead done now?”

“This is so dumb,” Momo muttered. She cleared her throat. “He’s stopped going around with his bazongas hanging out all the time, and everyone’s losing their minds over it.”

Rukia stared at her. “Excuse me, his what?”

Momo made a vague gesture at her own chest. “You know. His… boobies.”

“That’s what I thought you meant,” Rukia nodded, her brow creased in thought. “Bazongas. I like that.”

“Not that I care!” Momo excused. “I mean, I agree, he should be allowed to dress how he likes, but you two seem to have a very equitable relationship and I said that I was sure he wasn’t doing anything that he hadn’t agreed to--”

“Hold on,” Rukia interrupted. “You think I had something to do with this?”

“You didn’t?” Momo asked. “He said he was keeping them tucked in because he was married now. We assumed it was at your request.”

“I didn’t even know!” Rukia replied. “I mean, I came home yesterday, and he was just--” she made a hand gesture like she was pulling her kosode open, “--completely out--”

“I don’t need to hear this,” Momo begged.

“Well, I tell you I had nothing to do with it,” Rukia assured her. “No one is more supportive of Renji acting slutty in public than me. Everyone knows I have that locked down, and honestly, it just makes me seem more powerful.”

Momo squeezed her eyes shut. “I’m going to punch Shuuhei so hard.”

Rukia rubbed her index finger over her chin. “It’s possible this came down from Brother…”

Momo whimpered, although, honestly, having a conversation with the other Captain Kuchiki about Abarai’s pectorals couldn’t possibly be more awkward than this.

“...or it might be… something else.” Rukia frowned. “I’ll talk to him, okay?”

“You will?” Momo asked hopefully.

“Yeah, I’ll take care of it. I can’t promise to bring the jugs back, but I’ll make sure it’s just Renji being a doofus and not Renji hiding his anxieties under aesthetic choices or Renji being oppressed by his brother-in-law.”

“Thank you, Rukia,” Momo said. Rukia could be bossy at times, but it wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. “Sometimes, Renji has to be bullied into taking care of himself.”

“You’re telling me!” Rukia exclaimed. “Thank you for caring about him,” she added warmly.

“For the record, I care about him,” Momo replied. “Everyone else just misses the view.”

“Noted,” Rukia replied.

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Renji had his nose stuffed in his cookbook, which lately, wasn’t a good sign. Renji only owned one cookbook, an encyclopedic tome that he only cracked open when he was trying something new or otherwise wasn’t sure what he was doing.

“I hope you aren’t making that kale curry again,” Rukia noted dryly.

Renji jumped three feet in the air. “Aaah, shoot! Rukia! I didn’t hear you come in! I’m so sorry!”

Rukia hopped up on her kitchen stool and leaned across the counter to give him a kiss. “We’ve been married for four months now. You don’t have to greet me at the door every single day, you know.”

“Sixteen weeks, three days,” Renji replied. “And I can still be sorry about it.”

“Just tell me we’re having something normal for dinner, and I’ll forgive you,” Rukia replied.

Renji jerked a thumb toward the stove behind him. “I made oden,” he explained. “It’s simmering, probably’ll be another ten minutes.”

“Ohhhhhh, I love your oden!” Rukia stretched her arms across the counter and did grabby hands at his hands until he laced his fingers through hers. “Did you make enough for me to take some for lunch tomorrow?”

“Depends on how much you eat tonight,” he replied. “Your appetite’s been really hit or miss lately.”

“Yeah, well...” Rukia agreed. “So what’s with the cookbook, then?”

“Oh,” Renji said vaguely. “I’m thinking about learning to bake cookies?”

“I’m in favor of that,” Rukia agreed, although her mind immediately went back to the conversation she’d had with Momo that afternoon.

“I’m not sure this book is helping,” Renji admitted. “If I was any good at baking, it would be one thing, but it’s too different. I’ve always been better at learning stuff from other people. Do you think it would be weird if I asked Iba’s mom to teach me? She used to make these little sesame biscuits for Iba. I would always steal them from him. They were so good and he didn’t properly appreciate them anyway.”

“It would absolutely be weird, and I think you should do it anyway,” Rukia proclaimed. She paused. “But maybe you could wait a few more weeks until we tell everyone we’re pregnant so all your friends will stop asking me what’s wrong with you.”

Renji’s eyes widened. “Did your brother say something last night? Because he told me he liked the braid!”

Rukia snorted. “No. He’s worse than you are anyway, he’s been reading books. Please make him stop, if you can. Actually, I’ve been getting complaints about,” she circled a finger in the vicinity of Renji’s chest.

Renji glanced down, and realized that his kosode was still neatly folded up to his collarbone. “Oops, sorry! I told you I didn’t hear you come home.” He immediately began untucking it.

Rukia leaned her chin on her palm, watching his progress. “I realize that making emotionally constipated people face their feelings is usually your department, but it seems you’ve got something heavy rattling around in there. Wanna talk about it?”

Renji’s eyes slid to one side. “Talk about what?”

Rukia cocked an eyebrow and waited.

Renji heaved a sigh. “Do you remember that time, back in Inuzuri, the first time I used my reiatsu in public? When I blocked a lead pipe with my arm?”

Rukia almost choked. “What do you mean, do I remember it? Of course I remember it.”

“Well, not so much that, but do you remember afterward, when you said I was too big and mean to be a sneakthief anymore? That it was better to confront the world and show it what we were made of?”

“I do remember that. I did not call you mean.”

“You probably didn’t. It’s probably just something I thought about myself.” He looked pensive for a moment. “In any case, it was something I really took to heart, especially after we split up. At first, I just wanted to make myself as big and loud and scary as possible. I liked the way people shied away from me. Later on, after I started hanging out with Yumichika, I realized that walking around sexy could be intimidating in a different sort of way, and I liked that, too.”

Rukia had a comment for that, but she decided to just listen, instead.

Renji smoothed the page of his book with his fingers. “I don’t want to look scary anymore.”

“You don’t look scary,” Rukia reassured him. “You haven’t looked scary in a long time.”

“I want to do better than that, though,” Renji frowned. “Has your brother ever talked to you about his dad?”

Rukia blinked, surprised, mostly that Byakuya had talked about Soujun with Renji. “A few times.”

“I, uh, asked him what his dad was like. Since I never had one myself. I expected him to either blow me off or start bellyaching, like he does about his granddad, but he didn’t. He said his pop was very gentle and kind. He said he was a good dad.”

“Byakuya loved his father a lot.”

“Yeah, that was pretty clear.”

“I hope he finished by saying what a good father you will make, but it’s my brother, so I’m sure he didn’t.”

“He said something about how he was sure I would proceed in my own way.”

Rukia sighed again. “Renji, you’ll be a great dad. It’s super obvious. I’ve only told half a dozen people that I’m pregnant and all of them who aren’t Byakuya have immediately reacted with ‘Renji is going to be such a good dad.’ You don’t need to change anything about yourself.”

Renji sucked his teeth for a moment. “Well, all my good dad instincts are telling me our kid is gonna wanna fight the world bad enough as it is, that the last thing they need is a dad who wants to fight the world, too. I’ve fought the world long enough. I’m probably never gonna be gentle, but I can try my best to be kind, and I can dress like a normal person in public for a change and… maybe I can make a cookie? It’s worth a try, I think.”

Rukia flashed him a sad, but fond smile. “You’re such a dork. A sweet, thoughtful dork, though, and I will support your experiment, even though you know I love your bazongas more than anyone.”

“‘Bazongas’? Oh no, did those assholes make Momo come and talk to you?”

Rukia shrugged and tried to look innocent.

“Anyway, you’re my wife, I will take them out for you whenever you want.”

“Yay!”

Renji furrowed his brow into its “determined” configuration. “Do not get me wrong. I am actually upping my chest day routine. I am going to keep them immaculate, and when my shirt gets ripped off in a fight, people are going to lose their minds over how lush my boys are.”

“I love you so much,” Rukia replied.

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This is a niche post inspired by @alicehoffmans​ posting some incredibly vile screenshots of fans of The Spanish Princess (a show I haven’t and probably won’t watch, but am consuming through Tumblr gifs) saying incredibly disgusting things about Anne Boleyn and other mistresses (although Anne was never a mistress in the technical sense) of Henry VIII. Misogynistic, disgusting stuff, couched in that irritating as fuck Twitter stan language. I went on the offending people’s Twitters and Tumblrs to read more, because initially, I wanted to start shit, then I thought ‘These are probably just stupid teenagers who don’t know any better and are just super invested in a show, I won’t stoop to their level’ and then I saw one of them was fucking 4MOTHERFUCKING5 YEARS OLD and should know better. A grown fucking woman who purports to write historical fiction should know better about history, about the world, about reality. And here I am, writing this post. This got way longer than I expected because I am annoyed so...

Honestly, the main thing I gleaned from perusing their timelines: Some of you would do well to finally realise that kings had mistresses. We can go back and forth about how this was born from a sexist society, and a sexist attitude to the role & rights of a king vs a queen consort (and I would say ‘Yeah, it sucks’), but that is the truth of the matter. Your husband having extramarital affairs was part and parcel of being the wife of a king (and possibly, I’d argue, being the wife of a high-ranking man in general). Royal women who became queen consorts weren’t stupid, they knew this. Many of them tolerated it: take my favourite British queen consort, Caroline of Ansbach, for example. Her husband, King George II, took a mistress, Henrietta Howard, when he was Prince of Wales, mainly because he knew that, as heir to the throne, it would’ve been bad form to NOT have a mistress. Caroline’s nose was a bit put out of joint for a while, but in the end, she found she could have a fairly decent (if occasionally petty) relationship with Henrietta, who she actually made one of her Women of the Bedchamber. Caroline, in short, made it work. This is just something kings did, for centuries and centuries and centuries. I mean, in France, ‘maitresse-en-titre’ (the official mistress) was an actual fucking position at court. Calling royal mistresses ‘homewreckers’ doesn’t hold up to historical scrutiny, sorry. Worse shit was happening in the early modern era, worse than a king indulging in a bit of centuries-old bawdry with a woman with ambition, a sexuality, and sometimes, a romantic inclination.  

Does this mean that queens who knew their husband was having extra-marital affairs felt great about it? No. Caroline of Ansbach was pretty laidback but even she was a bit huffy at first. My favourite historical monarch of all time, Charles II, is pretty notorious for the amount of mistresses he had. His wife, Catherine fo Braganza, was actually warned about his proclivity for women, by her mother before she left Portugal, so she had prior warning but still, in the initial months and years of her marriage, it was hard for her. She had pretty public blow-ups with Charles about it, at first. And I haven’t seen TSP, so I can only speculate but it does look like they explore, on some level, the emotional impact infidelity in a royal marriage could have and that’s fine. But that doesn’t mean that you, the viewer, suddenly throw all critical thinking to the wind because you have quite a modern, visceral reaction to “cheating.’ I’ve been cheated on, at least twice, and it hurts, it’s shit, so when I read about Catherine of Braganza desperately trying to claw Charles back to, solely, her...yes, I feel something but I’m objective and historically literate enough to realise that that doesn’t automatically make Charles, a 17th century monarch, a deadbeat, and his mistresses all equally culpable in hurting Catherine. 

Many of you could do with injecting a bit of nuance into your discussions about women who, you know, actually existed, and had lives and relationships as complicated as our own. Stop calling women who were judicially murdered on trumped up charges ‘whores’ just because they, for a while, were ‘the other woman’ in a time where this was actually kind of completely normal. The only thing I might concede for someone like Anne Boleyn specifically is that it went further, and it became something a lot more “serious” than, say, the relationship Henry had with Bessie Blount (which KoA was able to make work.) This made it upsetting and ultimately disastrous for KoA (no one denies this because no one can) - but again, you were not there, you were not party to Anne’s feelings (or KoA’s, I might add), you do not know how the situation unravelled in real time. How do you know that, in a different time and a different context, you would not have ended up making many of the decisions these women did? You don’t know. And you never will know. Take a step back and be objective. Perspective.

In conclusion:

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Reasons why people have extramarital affairs

if you have a doubt that your husband and wife have any extramarital affairs then read given below reason to confirm your doubt Now we describe some Reasons why people have extramarital affairs.

1. Early marriage

2. Married for the wrong reasons

3. Inability to deal with changes

4. Becoming parents

5. Physical dissatisfaction

6. Emotional disconnect

7. Disagreements on core values

8. Differing life priorities

9. No common interests

10. Need for excitement

11. Personal finances

12. Career advancement

These are some reasons Reasons why people have extramarital affairs. if you want to solve extramarital affairs problem or you want to know that How to get rid of extramarital affairs of husband then contact our vashikaran specialist astrologer. They solve all these problems using by Vashikara. Vashikaran is a strong process to get anyone under your control. After using vashikaran you can make someone agree to work according to your desire or choice. If you also faced this problem then do not worry just read our next paragraph in which I will also explain how you can Remedies to stop extra-marital affairs.

How to get rid of extramarital affairs of husband — Remedies to stop extra-marital affairs of husband

Seeing the love of your life with someone else is one thing which cannot be easily tolerated. How can a wife see her husband with another woman? This is the heartiest moment for the woman. so that they want to know how to get rid of extramarital affairs of husband?

So women, do not worry. Whether there are problems with marriage problems just follow the Remedies to stop extra-marital affairs of husband again, forever:

· This is a very simple solution and can be practiced on any Sunday night. This includes the use of Kumkum. The woman needs to spread a few Kumkum in the bedroom, where her husband falls asleep. The next morning, after bathing the woman, she should choose that Kumkum from the side of the bed.

· Another simple remedy is to practice again in the night. Before sleeping at night, the woman needs to light a tablet of Camphor in the bedroom. This remedy can be practiced any day but with complete faith and devotion. This is the easiest way to eliminate a spouse’s marital relationship.

· The next solution involves the name of the woman with which the related woman thinks that there is additional marital relation with her husband. Each letter in the name of the woman should be written on the Makhana seed, which is a food grain. Once the name of that woman has been written on the seed of Makhana, till then the ash should be burnt till the burn.

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You Could Have Just Talked To Me. (Colton Parayko)

Mentions: Affair and Anxiety Disorder.

The purple and blue hues of the sunset mixed to create this delicious mix of colors along the coastline as the sunset. Combined with the picnic set out in front of Alice, it was terrific until Colton appeared, then it was perfection. The light of the setting sun cast onto his tanned skin, and blond hair made him look as handsome as ever. The 24-year-old, 6'4, hunk of a man, her husband, love of her life. He had wined and dined her that night and as the sun was going down got onto one knee,

"Alice, will you be my wife?" that's when the world started shaking…

The cold sheets and St Louis skyline clarified that Alice was alone in her bedroom, the screaming and thumping next door, also explained that her son was awake. Beau was the love of her life now, and she wouldn't change it for anything. The 10-year-old was sitting upright in his bed, screaming, which had become a regular occurrence; rarely did he sleep through the night anymore. Even the doctor's medication didn't work, Alice had tried weighted blankets, essential oils, and even acupuncture, but nothing would get her son to sleep unless she sat there and patted his hair till he fell back into a deep sleep.

Beau had Colton's hair and jawline, but he'd also been blessed with her nose thankfully. He looked so peaceful, something that was rare these days. Her heart was filled with love when she was with her son, Alice wasn't sure whether it was because he was one of the last pieces of her husband she had or whether Beau was one of the best decisions she'd ever made.

Six months ago, Colton had arrived home after one of his business trips to New York, luggage still in hand. He'd looked old at that moment, he no longer resembled the 30-year-old man who had slept next to her just a few days ago. This man looked torn and ragged almost as if he'd been in a fight. Colton told Alice about the affair, her name was Hannah; she was blond and skinny. It had all began when Beau had been diagnosed, Colton claimed he didn't know how to deal with being at home. Suddenly all of the "work" trips made sense,

"You could have just talked to me," Alice whispered, it was almost unheard, but Colton knew.

"And I should have, I just didn't know how" he stared down at the table, unable to move. That was when Beau appeared from the hallway,

"Momma?" he whispered questioningly,

"Hey baby, daddy's home," Alice replied, coxing him towards Colton. Colton bent down to pick Beau up and envelop him in a hug, Alice and Colton exchanging knowing looks. This was going to be one of the last times that they were a family.

Alice sat in a lawyer's office two months later, staring down at a quote, "the best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched – they must they must be felt by the heart." She had felt that when she looked at her son, Alice felt that when the divorce papers were handed to her, and Alice had felt it when she saw Colton with Hannah. The lawyer had said that Alice had a decent chance of retaining full custody of Beau due to her being a successful single mother with a high paying job and Alice not being the parent who had an extra-marital affair.

Colton and Alice had tried to settle their divorce peacefully, but Hannah wanted everything; she had tried to take Alice for the car and apartment, which Alice had moved out of due to it being too painful. Alice felt broken, but she still had that quote, "the best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched – they must they must be felt by the heart." And for Alice every night that she had to lay next to Beau, patting his head to get him to sleep was a reminder. They were the moments that felt like the world stopped, it was her and her son even though Beau reminded her of what she had lost, he was still the most significant thing in her world. Now the thought of her losing him haunted her endlessly. Beau wasn't only hers. He was also Colton's, it took two to tango.

Explaining to Beau that his father wasn't coming home was one of the hardest things that Alice had ever done. Beau didn't get it first, but after one month, he stopped asking when his father would get home. After two months, Beau stopped asking if his father was taking him to hockey practice, and after four months, Beau stopped asking about his father altogether. It broke Alice's heart and sometimes made her think that maybe Beau was better off with his father until he was Colton and Hannah. Colton looked drained, he looked worse than he did at her apartment six months ago. Colton looked old, only 30 but looking closer to 40.

10 years ago Colton and Alice had spent their honeymoon in Northern Alberta and it was perfect. They were young back then Colton had been 24 and Alice had been 22, they might have been young, but they were in love, and no one could deny that but then again, who could have pictured them now?

Now Alice watched on as Hannah seemed to drag Colton around the shops like a dog on a leash, using his credit card as a personal ATM. This left Alice wondering if Colton still thought that having an affair with Hannah was still a good idea, maybe karma was biting him on the bum.

Alice and Colton's divorce had been finalized. Alice had remained Beau's primary guardian. They had a new apartment, and life felt typical well as usual as life without Colton could get. Alice still loved him; she always would he was her first and only love apart from Beau, and for that, she would forever be grateful to him for. Beau had grown into a teenage boy but was still a mommas boy. He still struggled with his anxiety, some night not sleeping or needing Alice to pat his head to settle him. Everything was okay until Colton Parayko reappeared at their door and thus back into their lives.

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Can I get wedding headcanons for all of La Squadra? Like what style of wedding they’d have, how they react to their s/o in their dress or tux, that kind of stuff...! Maybe even wedding night HCs if you want...?

under the cut for length!

Risotto prefers a smaller and more traditional wedding, perhaps even in a Catholic church if you don’t mind. He may have lapsed on his religion, but his upbringing was important to him. It’d be a very private affair for your safety — his men are there as his closest confidants as well as security. Still, Risotto is in awe that he found someone willing to spend their life with him. Seeing you walk down the short (but still decorated with the perfect touch) aisle in your custom-made dress or tux leaves the intimidating man at a loss for words. 

The ceremony is short and to the point, with Risotto leaning down to whisper his own handwritten vowels to you. He’s actually rather reserved and shy about showing affection in front of others, so his special words are for you and you alone. 

There’s an interesting twist to your ceremony, though. Risotto makes the rings then and there with a mixture of your blood and his using Metallica. It’s a bit morbid, but 100% Risotto.

After the ceremony, the men will escort the two of you to a private villa before heading off for the night, stationed nearby (but not close enough to impede on your privacy) in case anything were to happen.

Risotto insists on cooking you your favorite meal with a glass of expensive and perfectly-aged wine. While it’s not traditional, it’s his silent way of thanking you for all you’ve done and everything you will do for him in the future.

Once he has a glass (or three) of wine in him himself, he’ll set up the record player so the two of you can share a private ‘first dance’ before he whisks you off to the bedroom to finish the night.

Formaggio never thought he’d be the type of guy to get married, so he’s at a loss for what wedding planning entails. While he chimes in with his opinion, he’s far more likely to leave it to you. The only thing he wants is an open bar — though he does promise to behave himself. It turns out to be a lovely little wedding ceremony, held in an outdoor space that’s far from peeking eyes. While the men of La Squadra spend most of the night playfully ragging on Formaggio, they’re happy to see their friend happy. Formaggio absolutely cries and laughs in joy when he sees you all done up in your wedding outfit.

Risotto is the officiant (because they can do that online now, as discovered by Melone) and most of the time is spent with Formaggio loudly & proudly declaring his love for you. Once the ceremony is over, he’ll sweep you off your feet in front of everyone and carry you to the cozy indoor reception area. (With that bar he wanted!)

The rest of the night is pretty lively, with lots of dancing and drinking. Formaggio gets extra handsy with you on the dance floor, to no one’s surprise. He just loves you so much!

With the night finally winding down, Formaggio is more than ready to christen your now ‘marital bed’ with several rounds staking his claim as your husband. 

Illuso, if his career choice was something different, would have an extravagant and over-the-top wedding. As it stands, he can’t afford to have something so flashy, let alone risk your safety by having something that stands out so much. Still, he takes a big part in the wedding planning process and manages to combine both your ideals to create the perfect wedding for both of you. The venue is beautifully decorated and Illuso manages to get a few of your closest friends and relatives there privately. It’s everything you could have asked for with the hints of the dream wedding Illuso once planned for. (There are always vow renewals...)

Illuso looks more than handsome in his tux, but he feels like the luckiest man on earth when he sees you in your wedding attire. You’re more than stunning — you’re picture perfect to him. Once again, Risotto acts as an officiant and the two of you share both traditional and personalized vows.

There’s delicious food catered by some of Italy’s best chefs (apparently someone had owed Illuso a favor) and a substantial cake that both of you smash in each other’s face. All in all, it’s a lovely little wedding that could fit right inside a twee wedding blog or magazine, had you made it public.

The night is just for you and Illuso. Your sweet husband will take you into the mirror world so absolutely no one can interrupt you — you’re completely safe with him, as he always wants it to be.

Pesci gets really into wedding planning with you! With your encouragement, he feels a little more confident in making decisions and the two of you bond further while planning your wedding. You decide on an early evening beach wedding with just you, Pesci, Prosciutto, and Risotto. Pesci is a shy and private man, so he doesn’t want a big audience and knows you’ll be okay with it too. 

Prosciutto officiates this time and helps Pesci set up grabbing your rings with Beach Boy — it turns out very sweet and Pesci can’t stop smiling when you laugh in delight at his retrieval of the rings. He thinks you look absolutely stunning in your outfit and turns bright red when you call him handsome. It’s very cute.

Prosciutto and Risotto watch carefully while you and Pesci ride off in the sunset on the boat Pesci saved up so long for, the two of you headed towards a private island to spend a short honeymoon on. The cabin is stocked with plenty of supplies and the two of you get to enjoy your wedded bliss in private!

Pesci’s favorite part of the night is watching you lounge happily on the deck while he maneuvers the boat towards your destination, for once feeling completely confident that he’s made the best decision of his life. He thinks that all night, especially when you playfully push him onto the bed and show your thanks for the smooth boat ride. 

Prosciutto turns into a Bridezilla. It’s what you knew would happen, yet seeing it happen is something else. He keeps it away from you, somehow, but you feel a little bad for the wedding planners. Still, your wedding is nothing short of immaculate and you can barely believe your eyes when you walk into the completely transformed venue. Prosciutto is very smug and happy about it. Like Risotto, he prefers a traditional ceremony. A few close friends and family are invited, and Prosciutto is waiting to show you off the second he sees you walking down the aisle. 

Once he’s assured that everything is going perfectly, Prosciutto can’t help but show you off to everyone, exclaiming how unendingly perfect his bride/groom/partner is. It’s not like him to be this affectionate in public, so you don’t mind eating it up.

No one can quite believe that Prosciutto is acting so domestic, but they’re happy for their teammate and friend. Watching him make googly eyes at you while you cut the wedding cake has Ghiaccio gagging and Melone lamenting about how he wishes he could find love like that.

Night brings you to a private plane ride to somewhere out of the country with Prosciutto on your arm, riling you up by whispering all the things he can’t wait to do to you on your honeymoon. Tonight, you might become a member of the mile-high club.

Melone is over the moon that he’s found someone to marry — but surprisingly, he prefers a short and private ceremony. There’s just so much he wants to do with you and well, he doesn’t really want to deal with the whims of other people. He’ll relent a bit and wear a proper tux for you... though don’t expect to be wearing your own wedding outfit for long once he sees you in it.

Everyone is well-aware of what Melone wants to do with you and have been privy to his unending affections for you more than once, so they’re more than happy to scatter once the ceremony is over, leaving a very happy Melone carrying you bridal-style to the limo waiting outside. 

Thank god for partitions, because Melone can’t even wait until the car takes off to get his head between your legs. He’s incredibly in love with you and he wants to show it the way he knows best — physical affection and sex. 

There’s a lot of touching and kissing and fucking all night until the two of you are worn out, and that’s when Melone gets mushy. He reads you a private set of vows he wrote while he strokes your hair. Despite everything, Melone is quite the romantic and enjoys the cooldown of the day’s activities almost as much as the day itself. Almost.

Ghiaccio will not behave if you have a big wedding. There are just too many things that could go wrong — it’s not that he doesn’t want one, but he knows he won’t be able to control himself if something happens. Instead, the two of you opt for a very private ceremony and a more public reception, inviting only a few friends along with Ghia’s teammates. The ceremony is officiated by Risotto with Melone acting as a witness, and Ghiaccio refuses to let the men hear his vows. He has no inside voice, so they hear anyways and pretend not to.

Though he struggles with saying it out loud, he thinks you look perfect in your wedding outfit. He’s convinced that someone from above was looking out for him when they sent you, although god forbid Ghiaccio ever say that out loud.

He relaxes at the reception when things don’t have to be so mushy, but he does get rather smug and rub it in everyone’s faces that he’s married now. You can only smile and laugh, running your hands through his curls and watching him blush. It’s a perfect night.

Ghiaccio slows down that night, making sure to worship every inch of your body in a show of how thankful he is that you’re going to spend the rest of your life with him. There’s nothing in this world he wants more than to protect you, and getting married is his way of showing that he means it. 

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Istikhara For Cheating Husband

It often become difficult to trust men as their nature is not predictable. In such situation, wives are left with no other choice then to get separated from their husband. It is difficult to stay with a man who is not trustworthy and the one who breaks your trust. But leaving the one who is guilty won’t bring you good either. Remember Istikhara for cheating husband we have to fight with the disease not the one having it. Instead of being separated you should try to figure out to secure your position and throw the other women out of his life.

How To Do Istikhara For husband

A Married Life only becomes successful, when both husband and wife love and respect each other. But sometimes the situation becomes so worst that we are pressurized to take some decisions which we can’t think but we have to take that decision how to do istikhara for husband . But because of your family, children we are living with each other .when two people don’t know each other behavior, nature likes and dislikes but they love other and suddenly start arguing over a small issues, blame each other and condition become uncontrollable all time you are fighting with each other, stop giving respect other, having an extra-marital affairs, start insulting you in front of all, then the only solution .

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26 Hermione/thorfinn/antonin?

Not exactly a drabble but... here goes... You didn’t say which #26 drabble prompt you meant (there were about 4 compliations to choose from on my page) so I picked this one from the “Writing Prompts Inspired by Songs” list: 

26.“I lie awake and miss you.”

“Do you have to go?” Antonin Dolohov asked, rousing unhappily when Hermione Granger rose to her feet and shimmied back into her knickers.

“Toshka,” Thorfinn Rowle cautioned from the other side of the bed, having already been disturbed as the pretty witch clambered over him to search for her bra.

“What?” Antonin complained, watching from his side of the bed while Hermione silently located her bra, and her skirt, and then her top, redressing like she hadn’t just allowed both wizards to rip her out of the day’s work clothes and ravish her within an inch of her life. 

“Don’t whine,” Thorfinn said tiredly, in no mood for Antonin’s theatrics. “It’s unattractive.”

“So is being deserted by our witch after shagging her into a stupor,” Antonin complained. 

Thorfinn looked over and met Hermione’s gaze while she fished her riotous curls from under her collar. He rolled his eyes at her, never overly patient with the third member of their little menage.

“I have to be getting home,” Hermione said when she was dressed as she slipped her feet back into her shoes. 

“Yeah, before your bloody husband notices,” Thorfinn said, smirking.

“Like he’d notice?” Antonin complained. “He’s probably already in bed and snoring his head off like he usually is when you come home late. Meanwhile, I lie awake and miss you every night you’re not here.”

“Bloody hell, Toshka, is it that time of the bloody month for you or something?” Thorfinn scoffed, shoving the man on the bed beside him.

“Mudak,” Antonin grumbled, punching Thorfinn’s arm in return. 

Hermione left them to their scuffling, letting herself out of the bedroom and sauntering away down the hall and to the fireplace. She hadn’t lied. She did need to be getting home. Even if her husband might not be there to greet her. Flooing home, she let herself into their quiet cottage and sighed at the lack of sound. He was asleep then, as Rowle had predicted. That, or he wasn’t even home. Hermione didn’t imagine she was the only one in their marriage carrying on extra-marital affairs. How else could he not have noticed that she came home from ‘working late’ at least four nights a week, and typically reeking of firewhiskey and sweat from a good go in the sack with Thorfinn and Antonin? 

Say what you liked about ex-Death Eaters, they shagged like the devil. 

Hermione sighed, kicking off her shoes and heading for the bathroom, supposing that the least she could do was bathe off the evidence coating her skin and pooled between her legs of how she’d ended her work day. She was almost in the bathroom when the low moan caught her ears and Hermione’s stomach flipped nervously. Surely he wouldn’t? Not in their bed. Doing it behind closed doors and away from the home was one thing, but not in her bed. She didn’t get to bring her lovers to their bed, so he couldn’t either, thank you very much. God, she hoped it wasn't someone vapid, like Parvati or Pansy.

Stealing down the hall on tiptoe, her shirt unbuttoned and her skirt halfway unzipped, Hermione peeked into the bedroom. She supposed she should’ve been hurt by what she found. Shocked, even. But she wasn’t. Not really.

“Bloody hell, Oliver,” Ron Weasley groaned from his place on his knees before the Puddlemere United Quidditch Keeper.

Evidently they weren’t expecting her home for some time yet. 

Hermione wondered what she ought to do. She’d suspected since even before they got married that Ron might actually be gay, but she’d never brought it up and had just assumed that if he ever acted on those fantasies, he’d do it outside their home. Was she supposed to confront him about it? Had he done this here intending to get caught? Was this some sign that he was ready to put pain to their marriage once and for all so that she didn’t have to abandon the bed of her lovers and leave Antonin whining and Thorfinn silently pining though he’d never speak on it? Was she supposed to leave, and make no mention of this moment?

Hermione didn’t know. 

Could she continue playing this game? Half the fun of being with Thorfinn and Antonin was the guilt it stirred in her and the assuage it offered for her frustration with her husband. Ron Weasley was many things, but an attentive lover to his wife was not one of them. Frowning, Hermione supposed that maybe the game was over, then. This was it. She’d caught him. She couldn’t help but be a bit put out with him, actually. There was a secretive thrill in ‘sneaking’ about with her lovers to avoid being caught and yet here Ron was, flouting the rules of the game.

She waited quietly for the two men on the bed to find completion, noting with a wrinkle of her nose that the sheets would need to be changed when Ron found his climax all over the duvet. When they separated, panting and blissful, awaiting recovery, she very softly cleared her throat from the doorway where she’d propped her shoulder.

Oliver jumped and Ron’s eyes went wide as he turned slowly to look at her, his ears turning red and an angry flush crawling up his neck.

“Hermione?” he breathed, evidently horrified and terrrified in equal measure. 

Hermione waited, wondering if he might stammer out apologies. She noted with some amusement the way Oliver ducked down to pick up his abandoned shirt, using the balled fabric to hide his todger from her view. At least it was a nice view, thanks to the long hours he spent training and honing his body for his professional Quidditch career.

“I... um... this is... bloody hell!” Ron stammered when she simply leaned in the doorway and waited. 

She should put him out of his misery, but in truth she was a bit angry with him for letting himself be caught, thus ending their little charade of a happy marriage once and for all. 

“You don’t seem surprised,” Oliver noted finally when Ron couldn’t seem to manage a single thing to say in his own defence. 

Hermione shrugged her shoulders.

“Only annoyed that the charade is at an end,” she admitted. 

“You knew?” Ron asked. 

Hermione raised her eyebrows. “It seemed a little obvious when the only times I could coax you into shagging me, you wanted to do it up the bum, love.”

Ron’s blush worsened. 

“Are you angry?” Ron asked quietly.

“That you’ve been caught,” Hermione sighed. 

“You knew I was sleeping around on you?” Ron asked, his eyes wide and sad now. “And you never said anything?”

“What was there to say, Ron?” Hermione asked. “You knew I was sleeping around on you, too...”

Ron’s left eye twitched and his mouth opened in surprise.

“Or... maybe you didn’t?” Hermione frowned.

“I thought you were actually working late,”  Ron said, looking even sadder that he evidently knew he so little as to tell the difference between her staying back at the office and her getting a little side-nookie. “I thought you could tell I didn’t want to shag and it made you uncomfortable, so you just stayed at work longer until I’d be asleep  by the time you came home so we wouldn’t have to talk about it. I felt so guilty that I.... I just... let you think that. I never imagined you'd be... ”

Hermione bit her lip, shaking her head. 

“You have someone else?” Ron asked, and Hermione noted that Oliver looked like he wanted to be anywhere else but didn’t know how to excuse himself. 

“Two someone’s,” Hermione offered gently. “I suppose, after tonight, I can stop upsetting them by jumping out of bed when we’re done and rushing home, lest you catch me in the lie of working late.”

“Two...” Ron repeated, his eyes wide. “Who? It’s not Harry and Malfoy, is it?”

“It’s not Harry and Malfoy,” Hermione said quietly. 

“Right,” Ron said, evidently realising she wasn’t going to tell him who she was shagging. 

“Right,” Hermione repeated. “Um... I guess I’ll... pick up a petition for divorcement tomorrow, then?”

“You’re not upset?” Ron asked again, clearly worried.

“It was only a matter of time, love,” Hermione said sadly shrugging her shoulders. “And my wizards have been a little more vocal of their dissatsifaction with being deserted every evening for me to return here to your snoring. I don't imagine they'd have continued making it so easy for much longer...”

Ron blushed agian. 

“You knew about me and Oliver?” he asked, nodding toward Oliver where he awkwardly shuffled his feet before sitting down on the end of the bed. 

“No,” Hermione shook her head. “Just that you must have someone, and that your someone was likely a 'he'.”

“I don’t know what to do,” Ron confessed quietly.

“Nothing,” Hermione said. “I... um... I’ll take some of my things. Return to my wizards for the night and let the two of you... um... get dressed, I suppose? Or go another round? I'll get out of your hair.”

She pushed away from the doorway and slipped into the room, crossing to the closet and locating her trunk. A whispered word packed up all of her things from the closet and the bedroom. She would return tomorrow with divorce papers to begin sorting out their combined belongings.

When she exited, Ron had his head in his hands, sitting on the edge of the bed they’d shared as husband and wife for years. Oliver awkwardly sat beside him, one hand on his shoulder to offer silent comfort. He met Hermione’s gaze and lifted one eyebrow at her when he saw her with her trunk. Hermione supposed they must’ve expected fireworks were she ever to find out. Perhaps they’d bet on her pitching a fit and hexing them both with boils all over and shouting herself hoarse.

The truth was, though, as she shrugged her shoulders helplessly at Oliver and eyed Ron sadly once more, that it was actually a relief. It was a relief to know he wasn’t just unattracted to her as a woman, but because she was a woman. It seemed a little less hurtful to know she hadn’t the right equipment up her skirt, as opposed to simply not having enough filling out her shirt or something equally ego-wounding where her looks and her figure were concerned.

“I’ll be home for dinner tomorrow night, Ron,” Hermione said gently as she crossed the bedroom. “With divorce papers.”

“Hermione... don’t.... I... I’m sorry,” Ron offered, looking up to stare at her, his face wet with tears.

“Don’t apologise, Ron,” Hermione said softly from the doorway. “No one should apologise for who they love. We can’t help it that it’s not each other.”

With that said, she left, Flooing back to the apartment Thorfinn and Antonin had shared since being released on probation. When she stepped through, she found her two wizards in the kitchen, both shirtless, both snacking. And both with their wands trained on her until they recognized her.

“Myshka?” Antonin asked, his eyes fixed upon her trunk.

“Princess? Everything alright?” Thorfinn asked, frowning as he looked her over. “Bloody hell, he caught you, didn’t he?”

Hermione cleared her throat. “Um... No. I caught him,” she said gently. 

"Bloody hell," Thorfinn said, and he frowned, evidently expecting her to be upset despite the year-long, torrid affair she'd been carrying on with the two of them. 

“Was it true that when I go, you lie awake and miss me?” she asked, stepping a little further into the living room.

“Yes,” both wizards said together.

Hermione smiled smally, meeting their eyes steadily.

“Would it be alright if you didn’t have to, anymore?” she whispered.

“Da,” Antonin nodded, looking choked with emotion.

“Hell yes,” Thorfinn grinned. “You need a hand with your trunk, Princess? Blimey, did he try ravishing you before letting you go? What happened to your shirt? Come on, give me that. Toshka, get over here and help her out of her skirt, could you?”

Hermione laughed, letting Finn take her trunk, which he swung up onto the coffee table while Antonin converged on her. He didn’t help her out of her skirt, but he did wrap her into a tight embrace and bury his face against her neck, breathing heavily, evidently overcome. Thorfinn grinned when she met his eyes over Antonin’s shoulder before he walked around behind her and curled his arms around both of them. 

For the first time since she’d fallen into bed with them, Hermione sighed in relief, finding that their presence was all the more delightful when she wasn’t wrought with guilt. 

Read it on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25198675

[hometowndiaries]

The Famous Aunt

When Sneha woke up in the morning her husband was on a call with his cousin suraj, she never liked Suraj because of his selfish attitude. Her husband looked a bit upset while talking to him. After the call he told her that aunt Baidehi was no more and her landlord informed Suraj about her demise. As expected Suraj being a sloppy shoulder, was trying to pass the responsibilities of last rites to her Husband.

Sneha asked her husband to let Baidehi’s landlord take care of funeral and in return keep all the stuff she has.

Well Sneha is not a mean person but she wasn’t a saint either. Who would want to take a burden of a person who wasn’t nice to her husband or anyone for that matter.

Aunt Baidehi was a unique character altogether.

Aunt Baidehi and her husband got separated within first few weeks of their marriage; she was on her own since then. Daily, she will randomly visit different relatives to make them sort out her meals. She was known to cooking-up stories to seek sympathy. However, the fun fact is she used to grow tired of a person so quickly, once that happens, she will nonchalantly ignore that person. When confronted she will talk about her poor eyesight and how she is getting blind, but nobody is there to take care of her etc.

Well a blind person who walks in a busy market, heavy traffic without any issues and can recognize you from a distance only if she has work with you. Sometimes she simply refused to recognise people at her convenience. I wish I had such guts, If I would refuse to recognise 70% of my relatives but anyways this is Baidehi’s story.

Due to her infortune and her sob stories, some kind relatives offered her to stay with them, but as I have mentioned earlier, she used to grow tired of people at the fall of a hat. She used to start accusing them of stealing money from her room; apparently, she used to keep the money under utensils, below her clothes and people used to steal the money.

After many such events, eventually these stories spread and people started avoiding her, they refuse to let her stay at their place. No one wanted their mental peace disturbed over the money they did not steal or that may not even have existed.

She finally found a place on rent and have been staying there ever since, her last abode. Gradually her stories were forgotten and people stopped bringing her into conversations.

That is Aunt Baidehi for you, a curious character with many infamous stories about her. Therefore, we cannot really blame Sneha for her lack of compassion towards Baidehi.

However, we do not really know a person until we get to see them from a different perspective.

Next week when Sneha’s neighbour Hanspreet asked about Aunt baidehi, she was more than surprised. Hanspreet was nowhere associated with Aunt Baidehi, but in this small town there is always some story that will keep you surprised and trust me you cannot get used it these shocking surprises.

So now time for a little story of how Hanspreet know Baidehi. it’s a bit complicated, She made it sound so simple and I will take it upon me to make it sound less complicated but if you lose track don’t beat yourself up, it takes time to get familiar with the ways of this town.

Hanspreet has a friend named Rita who stays with her husband and 2 kids. Whenever her husband gets drunk and starts the domestic abuse. Rita gets out of her house and stays at Hanspreets place. This has been happening quite frequently in recent times. Rita confided in Hanspreet and shared the story of her extra marital affair with a person called Jay, whose mother used to live near Baidehi.

As our Aunt Baidehi was known to use people to her advantage, she once asked Jay’s mother to accompany her to the bank. Baidehi transferred a heavy sum of couple of millions to her nephew, which made Jays mother realize that Baidehi is loaded with money.

The Money has this power of bringing people together. Jay’s greedy mom suddenly found her affection towards Baidehi and offered to sort out her 3 meals per day in exchange of money. Aunt Baidehi was happy with this deal she wasn’t much into cooking anyways, so she agreed.

After Aunt died, Jay’s mom did the funeral for her. She took all her from her rented room and collected her death certificate from the Panchayat office as well.

In order to release the amount from her bank the nominee will need to show the death certificate, Jay’s mother has her eye on the dough, and she is ready to cut a deal with nominee for an equal distribution of assets. Of course, Jay is a dodgy character and he has his eyes on the money in the bank, he attempted to get hold of late Baidehi’s death certificate book to withdraw money but his mother denied it.

Sad, jobless Jay went to his girlfriend Rita and told her his sob story. Rita wished if only she had a room, she would have let Aunt Baidehi to stay at her place so she could have had access to her cash.

While narrating this story to Sneha, Hanspreet expressed the regret of not knowing aunt Baidehi otherwise even she would have offered her food and shelter, of course nobody would have done it out of love, compassion for a fellow human being.

Sneha kept wondering that these people did not even know Baidehi and on knowing about money, wishing that she must be living with them. This is greed to another level.

Sneha could visualize aunt Baidehi seeing this all from a parallel universe and saying – “ People were so distanced from me when I was alive and after I left this world see the extent they are missing me, Even the unknowns.