#three scenarios only bc i want it to fit the 1000 word count

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Hii!! I’m requesting again 👏👏 Can you do a Izek Van Omertà where they are just opposites? Like Izek is like the moon/grumpy and the reader is the sunshine, yk that type of relationship dynamic (thank you! 😇)

Ｈ Ｅ Ａ Ｄ Ｃ Ａ Ｎ Ｏ Ｎ Ｓ .

ㅤᯓᡣ𐭩 𝖨𝖲𝖪𝖤 𝖵𝖠𝖭 𝖮𝖬𝖤𝖱𝖳𝖠 𝗑 𝖠𝖥𝖠𝖡!𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

HOW TO GET MY HUSBAND ON MY SIDE

๋࣭⭑ֶֶֶָָָ֢֢֢𖹭 headcanons. (1001 words)

note : hi izek anonie!! thank you for your request again!! unfortunately there wasnt any plot or prompt so i ended up doing headcanons. next time pls have a prompt/plot so that ik what scenario to write like last time!! but still, thanks for the req anonie <3 to other readers pls req i have no idea what manhwa to write atp sobss,,

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ೀ⋆ iske finds himself agreeing to silly activities just to see you smile.

iske stood utterly still, gripping the net in his hand as if it were the most foreign object he had ever held. his gaze shifted uncomfortably between the net and you, caught between reluctant amusement and sheer disbelief.

then you, on the other hand, were in your own world. you were giggling with joy as you darted around, waving your own net in pursuit of the colourful butterflies that danced amongst the meadow.

that was yet another of your spontaneous ideas that sprung without a second thought from that pretty mind of yours, iske mused.

despite how spontaneous these little activities of yours that you forced him to join in, he found himself constantly agreeing with you.

why?

that smile of yours.

a smile that seemed to brighten up the world. his world.

no matter how senseless, foolish, or childish these activities you asked him to join, he would always be beside you.

you would ask him to act like a dog, and he would oblige without a second thought. hell, if you begged him to wear a dress, he would. albeit, reluctantly and begrudgingly. people can look at him weirdly for how much he bow down to your whims, he does not care about others' opinion anyways.

despite it all, you remained oblivious to how much you had iske around your finger.

"come on, iske!" you called out with glee. you were so carefree and vibrant.

iske found himself lost in your smile, one that could even rival the sun. he blinked, and an amused smile slowly grew on his lips as he robotically followed your movements.

he awkwardly swung the net in a half-hearted manner to mimic you, which earned a burst of laughter from you as you pointed at his clumsy form.

iske could only stare in daze at your laughter.

worth it, was the only thing iske thought about.

ೀ⋆ despite his reserved nature, iske loves initiating kisses.

iske was not one to initiate public affection.

you were.

in fact, you thrived on public affection. thankfully not overexaggerated ones, but spontaneous little gestures such as intertwining your fingers with his abruptly, hugging his arm, standing on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek or, if you were daring, kiss his lips.

iske never pushed you away, his stoic nature willingly absorbed your bubbly energy to ground himself.

regardless, just because iske was never expressive, did not mean he never initiated affection either. he did, in his own subtle way that always left you breathless.

when no one was looking, when the world's gaze was not on the two of you, he would lean in close, his lips brushing your temple to press the most tender kiss.

it often caught you off guard— oftentimes due to the fact that you could feel his love with just a fleeting kiss.

iske knew his kisses made your heart race, and how it made you so irresistibly flustered that he could not help but began to be more open to initiate it a few more times than he usually would.

hence, even in public, where his reserved nature was more apparent, there were moments. absentmindedly, he would press a kiss to the top of your head. if he stood behind you, his lips would find the back of your head, giving a fleeting kiss.

on some other moments, iske would kiss you abruptly just to make you quiet because that pretty brain of yours really enjoys going off topic. or, if you were proud of yourself because you achieved something, he would entertain you by giving you a kiss too.

if you were looking at him so expectantly, he would grab your chin and kiss you immediately—

his actions always whispered the truth; how much he loves you and adores you. it was undeniable.

iske enjoys giving you kisses. way more than he anticipated.

and to you, his kisses definitely beat your more bubbly ones.

ೀ⋆ if someone does not reciprocate your warm energy, expect iske to glare that person down.

iske's expression shifted quickly from indifference to an icy glare, glowering down so intensely that it was definitely burning straight through the merchant's soul.

the merchant faltered under the weight of iske's glare, stammering and backing to the wall.

iske adored your vibrant and warm energy, and he adored watching you chatter with others with that bubbly personality of yours. you remind him of a puppy.

hence, if iske were to see someone who does not match your warmth or were to ever be cruel to that warmth of yours, he would bury that person straight to the ground.

which was exactly what he itched to do as he bore down on the merchant with an unrelenting stare, showing his clear displeasure.

the market square was bustling with life, and you, as always, were the bubbly force that was cutting through the noise, greeting every vendor.

until you reached this trash.

this trash who was already staring at you with disgust when you have not even uttered a single word and grunted a few insults under his breath—

insults that iske caught immediately.

not everyone could exactly match your energy, iske understood that much. iske would be a little ticked off when people gazed at you weirdly for how you behaved—

however, once he heard the insults under that merchant's breath, that was enough to make him snap.

iske's hand was hovering over his sword, itching to unsheath it and threaten that man's life.

make him kneel and beg for forgiveness in front of you.

however, before he could even commit to his ideas, you tugged his sleeve lightly. he blinked, taking a few steps back, though his eyes glanced at the merchant to glare at him like a furious cat.

you brightly pushed iske along to the next vendor, reassuring him that you were not hurt by how the merchant acted. iske could only let out a defeated huff but continued along with you. he listened to you dutifully, after all.

though behind your back, he made sure that merchant would be dealt with shortly after.

was it unruly of him? iske did not care.

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