#marriage drama

[inheroes--wetrust]

cannot get over how down bad lestat is for louis even thirty years later. louis babe the book plot is so unnecessary! you could have gotten him back with a fire emoji reply to his instagram story. you could have vague-tweeted "missing you..." and he'd be in your DMs instantly. you could have send a "u up?" text to him halfway across the world and lestat would be banging down your door five seconds later!

[vyeoh]

Fic where after realizing his feeling charles looks up edwardian courting tactics because he CANNOT chance edwin misunderstanding him after rejecting him the first time. he does his research and after countless books and internet dives, he's reached a solution: he will propose marriage

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Danny couldn't really explain why he always answered this specific summoning ritual. It was like a feeling. One of warmth. Of a mug of hot cocoa in your hands and a nice weighted blanket dropped around your shoulders as a fire blazed in the hearth in front of you, keeping the chill in the rest of the room at bay.

Danny always lost himself in the sensation and found himself back in that stupid circle of protection with that same wierd guy demanding answers. But Danny didn't know anything about a "Lazarus Pit" or a "Pit Madness" let alone a cure for it. Even if he did he wasn't going to tell Red Robin anything after all the times he'd used the marriage summoning spell to get him here.

Earlier on Red had explained it was the only spell known to thier universe that could summon an entity from "The Lazarus Dimension" Which he guessed was another name for the ghost zone and Phantom was the only one to ever be summoned.

Danny couldn't help but wonder why...

After escaping Bird boy and his supernatural pop quiz (oh look, another test for him to flunk) he returns home only to discover his parents had seen him get summoned and accused him of being a ghost that replaced thier baby boy.

Naturalally the next time Red Robin had summoned Phantom he was angry. He was tired and dirty from being on the run from his parents, his worlds US government, and Vlad. Not to mention his own rogues gallery didn't exactly cut him any slack.

So Danny decided that if Red Robin wanted to abuse the power of a marriage ritual than the very least he can do is put his money where his mouth is.

Danny grinned and exited the magic circle, taking delight in Reds widening eyes before he lunged. A kiss sealed the deal, making sure Danny had a safeish place to stay.

After all, married couples in the infinite realms were obligated and even compelled to protect and care for eachother.

[gunsatthaphan]

happy marriage equality to my favorite brides and grooms 🏳️‍🌈🥹🫶🏻

[deliciousangelfestival]

Change of Heart - 2 | Bucky

Character: Bucky x Female! Reader

Theme: Angst, tragedy, romance.

Summary: The interviewer asked her a provocative question:

“If you were offered a million dollars, would you leave your partner?”

Without hesitation, she replied with a smirk, “Give me one dollar, and I’ll leave him this second.”

True to her word, she walked away, leaving the man stunned and searching for answers. Now, he’s desperately trying to find her, grappling with the haunting question—why would she leave him so easily?

And is there more to her departure than a single dollar could ever explain?

Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3 , Part 4 , Part 5.

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“Fine,” he sighed, rubbing the back of his neck in frustration. He knew there was no point in pushing further. Grace was like a fortress, guarding whatever secrets you had entrusted her with. Talking to her felt futile, like arguing with a wall that refused to crack.

“I won’t press you for more answers,” he said, his voice softening, though the tension lingered in his tone. “At least tell me this—is she in trouble? Is someone trying to hurt her or threaten her?” His jaw tightened as he spoke, his concern leaking through despite his best effort to remain composed.

Grace hesitated before answering. “No,” she replied firmly, her gaze unwavering.

A part of Bucky felt a wave of relief at her reassurance. If Grace said you weren’t in danger, then maybe you were safe. But another part of him sank deeper into confusion and sadness. For two years, you had been his constant, his safe harbor.

You weren’t just his wife on paper; you had been someone he could rely on, someone who listened to him without judgment. Now, the thought that you might be facing something he had overlooked made him feel hollow.

Had he missed something? Overlooked a sign? The thought gnawed at him as he stood there in silence. You had always been a good listener, absorbing his worries and frustrations like a sponge. Better than any therapist he’d ever paid for. In fact, since marrying you, he had stopped going to therapy altogether.

But then it hit him. You’d rarely opened up about your own life. He couldn’t even recall the last time you shared anything personal. Was that his failure? Not listening to you when you needed him most? His chest tightened with guilt as he realized that the contract, which was supposed to ensure mutual understanding, might have become a barrier instead of a bridge.

Before he could say anything else, his phone buzzed, breaking his train of thought. He glanced at the screen and saw the agency’s number.

“Mr. Barnes, it’s about the arrangement,” the voice on the other end said.

“What is it?” His tone was curt, impatient.

“Your wife has decided not to renew the contract.”

He gritted his teeth. “I know that already.”

“Yes, sir,” the voice continued, cautiously. “But she also returned the money you gave her.”

Bucky froze, his grip on the phone tightening. “What?”

“She left it with us. I’m sorry for the way this unfolded, Mr. Barnes. If you have time, we’d like to meet and discuss this in person.”

He clenched his jaw. “I’ll think about it.”

“Understood. One more thing—Miss L/N left a message. She wanted you to know that she’s sorry.”

Bucky ended the call without a word. His mind was racing, a cacophony of thoughts and emotions he couldn’t untangle.

As he turned to leave, Grace finally broke her silence. “She told me to tell you not to look for her,” she said, her voice low but resolute.

Her words landed like a punch to his gut. He turned back to face her, his expression a mixture of disbelief and sorrow. His fists clenched at his sides, and for a moment, he didn’t say anything.

“Don’t look for her,” Grace repeated, softer this time, as if trying to ease the blow.

Bucky’s lips parted, but no words came out. He swallowed hard, his throat tight. Without another word, he turned and walked away, her parting message crushing him with every step.

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The matchmaking agency didn’t have an official name. To the outside world, it appeared to be an upscale wedding organizer. But beneath the surface, it operated a discreet business, catering to an elite clientele. The agency specialized in PR, celebrity pairings, and finding partners for those seeking unconventional marriages.

To join this matchmaking service, clients paid exorbitant fees, a cost justified by the agency’s ironclad guarantee of success and confidentiality. This exclusivity made it accessible only to the wealthiest 1%. For most clients, love wasn’t a priority. Many were too jaded, too broken, or simply unwilling to risk their hearts again, yet they craved the semblance of companionship.

Companionship didn’t necessarily mean intimacy. Some sought emotional connections without physical ties, while others wanted a blend of friendship and trust. In essence, the agency sold what its clients desired most: a reliable partner tailored to their needs.

That’s where Bucky came in. He wasn’t looking for love. He needed someone he could trust, someone who fit seamlessly into his life. You had checked every box. You charmed his parents and, more importantly, his grandfather—a critical seal of approval.

Now, Bucky sat in the CEO’s office of the agency, his jaw set and his posture rigid. The room was sleek and modern, dominated by a white sofa where both of them sat. He accepted the black tea she offered but barely touched it.

The CEO, a sharp-eyed woman in her late forties, sat across from him, her demeanor professional but empathetic. She had started this agency after her own marriage fell apart. Betrayed by her husband’s infidelity and weary of meaningless dates, she realized she wasn’t alone. Many shared her frustration with traditional relationships. That realization had birthed her unique matchmaking business.

She leaned forward slightly, her expression neutral but observant. “Thank you for making time to meet with me, Mr. Barnes,” she began.

Bucky’s voice was clipped. “Do you know what she did?”

“Yes,” the CEO replied calmly. “She came here yesterday and asked me to give you these.” She placed two envelopes on the table between them.

“This one contains the check for the money she received. She’s returning it to you. The other is a letter she wanted you to have.”

Bucky’s gaze dropped to the envelopes. They were unassuming, just thin paper, yet they felt heavier than the multimillion-dollar contracts he signed daily. He hesitated, his fingers brushing over the edges. Despite his composed exterior, uncertainty gnawed at him.

“Would you like me to open them for you?” the CEO asked gently.

“No, thank you.” His voice was firm, though his hand trembled slightly as he picked up the envelopes.

Slowly, he opened the first one. Inside was a check for the exact amount you’d received when signing the contract—$2 million for two years.

His chest tightened. So that damn $1 was enough to make you leave? Why?

Didn’t you say the money was meant to help you break free from your parents’ control? You wanted to save it to open a café, to buy a boat, to carve out a life of your own.

With a deep breath, he opened the second envelope. This was the one you had specifically instructed to be given to him. He unfolded the paper, hoping for answers, for clarity.

Instead, there was only one sentence:

“It’s not you. It’s me.”

Bucky scoffed, a bitter laugh escaping his lips. His grip on the paper tightened as his jaw clenched. What kind of joke is this? Of all people, he never thought he’d be the one on the receiving end of such a cliché. And didn’t everyone know? The person who said those words was usually the one placing blame.

So it is me. I’m the reason you left.

He pressed a hand to his forehead, closing his eyes as the weight of realization settled over him. He thought back to the countless times you’d listened to him, your quiet understanding, your patience. Had he ever done the same for you? Had he missed the signs that you were unhappy?

He cleared his throat, breaking the silence. “Did you see her face yesterday?” he asked, his voice low but steady.

“Yes,” the CEO replied, her expression unreadable.

“What did you see? Was she sad? Angry? Happy?”

The CEO took a moment before answering. “I sensed relief when she handed me the check.”

Bucky’s shoulders tensed, his chest constricting at her words. Relief? Was that all you felt after two years together?

“But,” she continued, her voice softening, “when she gave me the letter for you, I saw regret in her eyes.”

Bucky froze, those five words—I saw regret in her eyes—hitting him like a punch to the gut. He swallowed hard, his gaze dropping to the letter still clutched in his hand.

If you regretted it, why did you leave? Why didn’t you say anything? Was it really so unbearable to stay?

His thoughts spiraled as he sat there, motionless, staring at the remnants of what he thought was a stable arrangement. The unanswered questions twisted in his mind, leaving a hollow ache in their wake.

“Forgive my frankness, Mr. Barnes,” the CEO began, her tone professional yet slightly playful. “Since you’re officially single now, would you like me to add you back to the list?”

Bucky’s eyes darkened, and his jaw tightened as he leveled a cold glare at her. “Marriage is the last thing on my mind.”

The CEO nodded, her smile faint and understanding. “Of course. I apologize for asking.”

Bucky stood, adjusting his suit jacket with deliberate movements, signaling the end of the conversation. He turned to leave, but the CEO rose to her feet and extended her hand toward him.

“It’s been a privilege having you as our client, Mr. Barnes,” she said with a polite smile. “I hope our paths cross again.”

He paused, his eyes narrowing slightly as he regarded her. After a brief hesitation, he reached out and shook her hand, his grip firm but curt. “This is the last time I’ll be here.”

Her smile didn’t falter, remaining calm and composed. “Safe travels, Mr. Barnes. And thank you for using our services.”

Bucky released her hand without another word, his expression unreadable as he turned on his heel and strode toward the exit. His footsteps echoed in the quiet, elegant office, a stark reminder that this chapter of his life was closing for good.

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Bucky slid into the backseat of his car, running a hand through his hair in frustration. The driver glanced at him through the rearview mirror, hesitant but professional. “Where to, Mr. Barnes?”

Bucky exhaled sharply, leaning back against the seat. “To Grandpa’s house.”

“Yes, sir.”

As the car wove through the streets, Bucky stared out the window, lost in thought. His mind wandered to his grandfather, Paul—stubborn, sharp-tongued, and annoyingly perceptive. He wondered if the old man already knew you had left or if he was still blissfully unaware.

Ever since you met his family, you’d formed an immediate bond with Paul. The connection between you two had been almost effortless. You once told Bucky that, having never known your own grandparents, you’d always yearned for an elder figure in your life.

For Paul, who often clashed with Bucky during their 20-minute tolerance window, you were a revelation. You brought out a side of him Bucky rarely saw—a livelier, softer version of the strict, commanding patriarch. Paul saw in you the granddaughter he’d always wished for: someone who called him, visited him, and actually listened to his long-winded stories.

Yet even that bond hadn’t been enough to make you stay.

When the car pulled up to the grand estate, Bucky stepped out and made his way inside, his movements tense and deliberate. He headed toward Paul’s study, where the old man often spent his afternoons.

Pushing open the door, he paused. Paul sat in his wheelchair by the fireplace, glasses perched on his nose, reading a letter. The firelight cast warm hues across the room, highlighting the lined face of a man who had lived through decades of triumphs and disappointments.

Before Bucky could announce his presence, Paul’s voice broke the silence.

“She left, didn’t she?” The elder’s tone was heavy, filled with resignation. He crumpled the letter in his hands and tossed it into the flames, watching as it curled into ash.

Bucky froze, guilt knotting in his chest. “She… she said goodbye to you?”

Paul didn’t look up. “And about the agency.”

Bucky’s stomach dropped. His mind raced, scrambling for an explanation. Did Grandpa know everything?

“Grandpa, I can explain—”

“Shut up, you stupid boy!” Paul snapped, his voice rising with a force that belied his age. His hand moved to his chest as if to steady himself. “You fooled me twice, Bucky. Twice! First, you made me believe your marriage was real. Then, you made me believe I finally had a granddaughter.”

Bucky instinctively stepped closer, his hand resting gently on Paul’s shoulder, his other moving to massage the elder’s chest. “I’m sorry, Grandpa. I—”

Paul shook him off, his eyes blazing with disappointment. “And don’t get me started on that ridiculous matchmaking agency. It’s absurd! What happened to normal relationships? Real love?”

Bucky swallowed hard, his throat dry.

Paul’s voice cracked, the anger giving way to heartbreak. “You broke this old man’s heart, Bucky. I thought… I thought I could finally go in peace, knowing you had a wife. A good girl by your side. But now…”

He saw it with his own eyes—that Bucky and you were a perfect match. Turns out, it was all a lie. It broke him.

“Tell me,” Paul said, his voice trembling with a mix of anger and desperation, “does she mean anything to you? Or was it just a contract?”

Bucky hesitated, the weight of the question pressing down on him. He opened his mouth but no words came out.

Paul’s eyes narrowed, his disappointment deepening. “You know what? She was right to leave you for a single dollar.”

The words hit Bucky like a slap. His fists clenched at his sides, his jaw tightening. Everyone seemed to blame him for your departure—Grace, the agency, and now his own grandfather. What did I do that was so wrong?

He finally snapped. “If she didn’t mean anything to me, would I have walked out of a $100 billion meeting to go ask where she is?”

It hurt even more because he had lost his best friend. A wife was just a word to him, but a best friend? Yes. Yes, you were. You meant a lot to him, and to his grandfather as well. And you just left without a proper goodbye, as if he didn’t deserve one. He needed answers.

He even skipped a meeting worth billions of dollars. For him to miss it means you are worth more than billions to him.

Paul’s eyes widened, his expression shifting from anger to realization.

“Then what are you doing here?” Paul barked, his voice regaining its edge. “Go find her!”

Bucky stood, stunned into silence.

“Don’t come back until you’ve found her!” Paul continued, pointing toward the door. “And forget about the company. It can survive without you. She’s the one you need to fix this with.”

Bucky nodded stiffly, his expression a mix of determination and frustration. Without another word, he turned and strode out of the study, leaving Paul alone by the fire.

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As Bucky stepped out of his grandfather’s house, the weight of the conversation still hanging over him, his phone buzzed in his pocket. He took it out, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration before answering.

"Sir," came the voice of his head of security.

Bucky sighed, exhaustion creeping into his bones. "Tell me at least some good news," he muttered, running a hand through his hair.

"We found her."

The words hit him like a jolt of electricity. His pulse quickened, and for the first time in what felt like ages, a flicker of hope lit in his chest.

Bucky straightened up, his posture shifting from defeat to determination. "Where is she?" His voice was sharper now, his body leaning forward, eager for any hint of where you might be.

This was the news he’d been waiting for, the answer he desperately needed.

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[justdavina]

Sisdon: This amazing transgender woman's legs go for days and days! With her crazy sexy body and that perfect orange dress..she's so yummie!

[kateknowsdramas]

Kiyoka Kudou & Miyo Saimori

My Happy Marriage ~ 2023

[theside-b]

BL Couples + Husbands

[pharawee]

"Today love triumphed prejudice ... after fighting for more than 20 years, today we can say that this country has marriage equality." [source]

—WANDEE GOODDAY THE SERIES · วันดีวิทยา · Episode 8

Bonus:

[bethanydelleman]

I'm watching a Chinese drama called Blossom right now and it's doing historical arranged marriage in such an interesting way and it's making me think more about my post about arranged marriage and particularly, what models of marriage has the female character seen growing up?

Because maybe part of why the Sad/Angry at arranged marriage princess/noble woman feels so hollow is because the mother is usually placidly sitting beside her husband pushing for marriage too. If your parents have a fine arranged marriage, what are you so worried about? It can come off more as a petulant kid than a real denunciation if we don't have indication that they really know what they're mad about or afraid of (Eloise Bridgerton...) Especially when they keep emphasizing how the girls are sheltered and ignorant, where did she manage to get this disillusioned?

This drama has so far shown three failed marriages, all unique. One marriage broke down because the husband was sexually assaulting female servants, another because after emotionally supporting her failure of a husband for 10 years, he took a second wife right after getting his dream job (that one felt so real), and the last woman accepted her marriage wouldn't have affection but was appalled when her husband cheated on her with her half-sister as it violated her sense of marital decency and respect.

What I really like the most is the characters mostly buy into, and all of them expect, marriage to be explicitly political. The whole mindset feels a lot more genuine to the time period. No one is Shocked Pikachu Face that they'll be asked to marry someone for family alliance reasons. And the anti-marriage female lead, she earned that opinion. She knows. She's haunted.

[pigglepiephi]

If the last scene of Petrichor isn’t Tul and Run’s wedding then what was even the point of all this heavy foreshadowing in the opening 2 minutes!

[dailyflicks]

SCENES FROM A MARRIAGE 2011 — 1.04

[booasaur]

Special Ops: Lioness - 1x07

[varpusvaras]

Hhhh I can't decide how I'm gonna do the relationship reveal in this au...it is going to happen a good while after Jason has come legally back alive and gotten married, but I'm stuck in how it gets revealed and to whom at first. If I'm being nice to Jason and Roy, it would be someone from the Arrows rather than from the Bats, but my need for drama is immense.

[heretherebedork]

The proposal! The love! The joy! The completely ignoring what is happening to San, thank you very much.

[enhaflixer]

Enhypen as the Bridgerton siblings!!!

wc: 1K

A/N: HI! this idea just literally came to me outtttaa nowhere! as always requests are open would love to do a proper bridgerton themed fic as well!

𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠 - Benedict Bridgerton

Why He’s Benedict:

Creative & rebellious. Prefers freedom over societal expectations.

Dislikes being compared to his siblings and wants to live life on his own terms.

Secretly poetic but pretends he’s not.

Wants a deep, passionate love—not a convenient one.

The sibling everyone confides in because he actually listens.

Casually roasts everyone at family dinners.

Often disappears to mysterious places just to avoid responsibilities.

Falls for someone completely unsuitable (aka a scandal waiting to happen).

Is the first to laugh at family arguments but never gets involved.

Would 100% elope just to avoid a high-society wedding.

Sibling Chaos Moment: Jay: Where were you all night? Heeseung: Finding inspiration. Sunoo: …Is that paint or a love bite? Heeseung: Wouldn’t you like to know. Jungwon: I actually wouldn’t, thanks. Jake: Wait, are you in love? Heeseung: I do not believe in such trivial emotions. Sunghoon: So why are you smiling at your phone like that? Ni-Ki: HE’S IN LOVE! THIS IS A SCANDAL!

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠 - Anthony Bridgerton

Why He’s Anthony:

Overprotective of his siblings. No one is ever good enough.

Acts like love is a weakness but lowkey burns for someone in secret.

Carries the family’s reputation like it’s his personal burden.

Would personally duel someone if they break his sister’s heart.

Thinks he’s emotionally unavailable but is actually terrified of losing someone he loves.

Fakes being in control but his emotions are a mess.

The ultimate eldest sibling complex.

Thinks his word is law but is constantly ignored.

Would rather die than admit he’s jealous.

Sibling Chaos Moment : Jay: I forbid you from seeing her. Jungwon: Oh my god, Jay, you’re not my father. Sunoo: You just don’t like that she’s smarter than you. Jay: That is NOT the point! Jake: Are we sure about that? Sunghoon: She did look really elegant at the last ball. Jay: ENOUGH. She is unworthy. Jungwon: You don’t even know her! Jay: I know enough. Ni-Ki: That means she rejected his dancing offer once and now he holds a grudge. Jay: I DO NOT HOLD GRUDGES. Jungwon: Then I shall simply court her anyway. Jay: You wouldn’t dare. Jungwon: Watch me.

𝐒𝐢𝐦 𝐉𝐚𝐞𝐲𝐮𝐧 - Colin Bridgerton

Why He’s Colin:

Falls in love with every girl he meets.

Loyal to a fault but too trusting.

Adventurous, spontaneous, and easily distracted by romance.

Would 100% get scammed while traveling.

Doesn’t realize when someone actually likes him.

Has written at least 10 love letters but hasn’t sent any of them.

Accidentally leads people on because he’s too friendly.

Absolutely convinced love is waiting for him somewhere.

Would elope with a girl after knowing her for two days.

Sibling Chaos Moment: Jake: I think I’m in love. Sunoo: Jake, no. Jungwon: How long have you known her? Jake: Three days. Sunghoon: That’s a new record. Jay: Absolutely not. You are not running away to marry someone again. Jake: …So, that means I can consider it? Jay: I will throw you into the Thames.

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐧 - Francesca Bridgerton

Why He’s Francesca:

Rarely speaks but always knows what’s going on.

Hates social events but somehow always becomes the center of attention.

Prefers solitude but secretly craves deep connection.

Would disappear for months and come back married.

Deeply romantic but keeps it hidden.

Has an air of mystery that drives everyone insane.

Secretly a massive romantic but refuses to admit it.

The best at keeping secrets—but also the best at finding them.

Once shocked his siblings by actually participating in gossip.

Sibling Chaos Moment: Jay: Have you ever been in love? Sunghoon: No. Jake: You hesitated. Jungwon: You hesitated. Heeseung: You literally just blinked five times in a row. That’s a lie. Sunoo: Tell us who she is. Sunghoon: There is no one. Ni-Ki: Then why do you keep sneaking off to the gardens? Sunghoon: For fresh air. Jay: And why did I overhear you reciting poetry to someone? Sunghoon: I was practicing. Jake: Practicing for what? Sunghoon: …This conversation is over.

𝐊𝐢𝐦 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐨𝐨 - Eloise Bridgerton

Why He’s Eloise:

Knows everyone’s secrets before they do.

Speaks fluent sarcasm.

Pretends to hate romance but actually wants a dramatic love story.

Would rather be reading than dealing with society’s nonsense.

Enjoys watching the drama but acts like he’s above it.

Has accidentally started several scandals just because he was bored.

Absolutely runs the secret gossip column.

Refuses to dance at balls but somehow still gets the most attention.

Once called out a suitor so badly that they left town.

Sibling Chaos Moment: Jake: But what if she’s my true love? Sunoo: You met her yesterday. Jake: Love doesn’t have a timeline! Sunoo: What does she even do? Jake: She’s an artist! Jay: What does she paint? Jake: …Horses. Sunghoon: At least she has a passion. Sunoo: This is worse than the baker’s daughter.

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐰𝐨𝐧 - Daphne Bridgerton

Why He’s Daphne:

Charming, intelligent, and effortlessly respected.

Appears sweet and perfect but is secretly stubborn as hell.

Understands high society games but isn’t afraid to bend the rules.

Wants to marry for love but also wants the upper hand in the relationship.

Secretly the most intimidating sibling despite his charm.

Controls situations without anyone realizing.

Everyone thinks he’s innocent until they cross him.

Knows exactly how to get his way without being obvious.

Can make Jay lose his mind within seconds.

Would charm his way out of any scandal.

Sibling Chaos Moment: Jay: I swear if I catch you sneaking off with her again— Jungwon: Jay, please. It’s hardly sneaking if I let you see me. Heeseung: That’s actually a fair point. Jay: HE IS DECEIVING YOU ALL! Sunoo: And yet, you can’t stop him. Jake: That’s Jungwon’s superpower, really. Jay: I HATE THIS FAMILY.

𝐍𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐚 𝐑𝐢𝐤𝐢 - Gregory Bridgerton

Why He’s Gregory:

Too smart for his own good.

Plays innocent but is actually the most cunning.

Would fake a scandal just for fun.

Loves watching the chaos unfold but never gets blamed for it.

Has dirt on everyone.

Started a fake engagement rumor about Jay just to see what would happen.

Knows all the gossip before it even reaches Sunoo.

Somehow gets away with everything.

Acts like he hates romance but will absolutely be the most dramatic when he falls in love.

Sibling Chaos Moment: Jungwon: Niki, what did you do? Niki: Me? Nothing. Sunoo: Then why is there a marriage announcement in the paper for Sunghoon and some random duchess? Sunghoon: NIKI. Niki: Oops? Jay: Why do you look proud of yourself? Niki: Because I am. Jake: What did you gain from this? Niki: Pure entertainment.