forum No Matter How Many Fights, I Still Love You (o/o open)

Started June 09, 2019 by @ElderGod-yellowqueen

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Just a married couple who fight all the time but always make up at the end of the day. Preferablly a married gay couple cause I love my gays

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Name: Bastian Deon
Age: 27
Occupation: acrobatics instructor
Appearance: Bastian’s got wavy dark amber hair kept short, about to his temples, pale green eyes, a square jaw and pointed chin. He has a very lean body type due to his plentiful exercise. Most of his muscles are in his abs and arms from his job/acrobatics.
Personality: Before his marriage, Bastian jumped from relationship to relationship never staying with someone for the long term. But even after he got married, he still seeks thrills in other ways, such as his job and impulsive ideas. He’s calmed down a little bit after getting married
Fears: becoming like his mother, feeling trapped
Backstory: Bastian doesn’t know the entire truth of his backstory, but what he does know is that he’s the product of his mother’s drunken night with a man she met at a bar. Bastian grew up with his single mother and no information about his dad. His mother’s stress bundled through the years which put strain on she and Bastian’s relationship. At 17, Bastian ran away from his mother to find his father, but without any luck he gave up and began a life of hopping from partner to partner. He very much prefers not to date or even flirt with females due to his broken relationship with his mother (he’s prejudiced against her).
Other: mbti is ESTP; he’s fascinated by collectible deer items (they were kept in his home while growing up)

Name: Lucas Deon
Age: 24
Occupation: editor/writer
Appearance: Lucas has longer, chestnut, curly hair. He has a hard time keeping it out if his hair unless he clips it back. He's on the shorter side, about 5'8. He has dimples ecerytime he smiles. He's considered scrawny.
Personality: lucas always had a stutter, when he was growing up, it really bad. He had a sever case of S.A.D. Since meeting Bastian, he learned to open up and the anxiety faded. He still doesn't like going anywhere without Bastian but he can if he needs too. His stutter has lessened as well. With his husband, its almost nonexistence. He feels most safe, most secure when he's with him. It tends to make him clingy.
Fears: Being alone in the world, being stuck in an unknown place with unknown people
Backstory: There wasn't necessarily any trauma to cause Lucas to have S.A.D. it just developed at a young age. He got bullied in school for his stutter which worsened his disorder. His parents tried to be there as much as they could for him. His father passed away when he was 17, a stress related heart attack.
Other: He can get overwhelmed quickly and throw fits

Lucas never did like being out in public, especially not by himself. At first he could it be out with his family and then his best friend. And finally, his now husband. He hated being aloke in public, but he wasn't as uncormtable as he normally was, what with Bastian always supporting him. Lucas shook slightly as he got on to the bus. He didn't have a driver's license, he was too nervous to even sit behind the wheel. He was going to go meet with a publishing company about the book he had veen writing. He hadn't told his husband, he wanted it to be a surprise if he got his book published. He was sure he would make it home before Bastain got home. He would get home and everything would ve fine. He'd start in dinner like always. He liked cooking, it made him feel as though he was comeptent. During his meeting, Lucas couldn't stop drumming his fingers on his thigh and tapping his foot. He was out of his element. He felt uncomfortable but it wasnt unbearable. He felt a huge sigh of relief when the bus dropped him back at the bus stop just a couple blocks from the apartment. That relief escaped him when he saw Bastian's car parked out front. He gulped before unlocking the door, his hands shaking so much much he was barely able to open it.

Bastian looked up at the door when he heard the door start to unlock. A massive smile began to rise, but remembering his plan he forced the smile back down into an angry frown. Wearing a tank top, he couldn’t do much to hide his arms so he didn’t worry about those. In all honesty, he hoped Lucas would ask about the scratches across his forearms. Bastian stood up and folded his arms across his chest, lowering his chin in feigned judgement.

Lucas walkes into the apartment tentatively. He set his keys down on the island in the kitchen. He bit his lip when he noticed Bastian and lowered his head to stare at his feet. "H-hi." He cursed silently in his head for stuttering. He hated stuttering around his husband, it made him feel less of himself.

“Where were you?” His lips started quivering from trying to keep from smiling. He found Lucas’ stutter adorable, which only made the situation even more difficult. He scratched the itchy swollen lines on his arms, “I was waiting like six minutes.” Not yet, not yet, you can’t tell him yet.

"I-I hand a-an e-errand. I d-didn't t-think you'd be b-back t-this e-early." Lucas wringed his fingers out in front if him, still looking down at his toes. He peeked up at his husband and gasprd when he saw his arms. He practically ran to him, grabbing Bastian's arms and holding them out. "What happened?!" He exclaimed

Bastian’s composure crumbled and he started laughing, “It’s fine, it’s fine! They’re just from a hyperactive dog.” He leaned forward to place a kiss on Lucas’s head, “I wanted to surprise you, I’m not mad.”

Lucas looked at him with wide eyes. "Are you sure? Here, let me put something on it." He took his hand and led him to the bathroom where he grabbed some antibiotic cream

Bastian kept his huge grin, following him to the bathroom. “Lucas, I got us a dog! That’s the surprise. He’s in a crate in our bedroom.” He was completely unaware that they might have wanted to talk about it first. He kept his hands outstretched for Lucas, though, “Lucas, I’m fine!”

Lucas'd eyes widened. "You got a dog?! Why? An apartment isn't a good place for a dog. Can we even afford a dog? They're expensive. Why didn't you ask me?!" His words rambled out in jumbled sentences

Bastian blinked, taken aback by his husband’s outburst, “I didn’t ask because I wanted it to be a surprise! I thought you liked dogs!” Deep down he knew Lucas was right about the other things, but he wouldn’t admit it.

Lucas frowned amd crossed his arms. "I-i d-do, but t-that i-isnt the p-point. A d-dog is g-going to b-be c-cramped up h-here." He started stuttering as the tears started swellijg in his eyes.

Bastian’s right expression softened when Lucas started stuttering, “Hey…! I didn’t mean..” he fell uncomfortably quiet for a moment as he retreated into himself. What kind of person made their spouse cry? He bit his lip and wrapped his arms around Lucas’ shoulders, “I’m sorry…we can call the shelter tonight..”

Lucas wanted to stay mad at him but the moment Bastian pulled him into his arms, he.melted right into them. He wrapped his arms tightly around him. He shook his head. "No, you a-already got him. It w-would be h-horrible to take him b-back." He mumbled into his shirt.

“I’m sorry..” he murmured again, burying his hand in his hair, “He’s still at the shelter, they said we can pick him up tomorrow morning.”

Lucas looked up at him, sniffling. He wipped his nose with the back of his hand. "O-okay, we'll g-get him t-tomorrow."