#me and bbg finally got hitched 🤭🤭

[stonedsmiles]

…yeah dude. We literally got married today.

[shuuuuush]

💙 - damn this is my perfect opportunity hehehehe , ok soooo can I request smth like failing an exam and being soooo sad but then Sharky’s there like making sure I don’t get clinical depression 🤭🤭 like a mini panic attack when the results r in and he’s there like “iss gon be ok bbg”😋💞🔥😜😏

alr thanku I’m gonna die if u write this😭😭❤️❤️

Lisa, ofc !! I hope you like this 💗

Promise Me [Sharky]

You sighed deeply, one that almost took all your breath to intake. You were waiting for the results of your exam, staring at the computer in front of you.

Hovering over the email app, with the mouse but not pressing it.

It's been over 10 minutes.

10 minutes since you got that email notification.

And you really didn't want to check it.

"Sharky, I can't -"

You turned swiftly to face your boyfriend, but as quick as you turned, he took hold of your face and held in his hands, gazing into your eyes with his soft brown ones.

A hard gaze but one that wanted to show comfort, one that wanted to hold and protect you from this world.

Which is why he would be there for you, to stay by your side and help you whenever you needed him. That's why he was here now, to be there when you checked your results.

To make sure, you'd be alright.

"Lisa, baby, it's gonna be okay." He rubbed his thumb over your cheek, giving you a soft smile. You tried to avert your gaze downwards, but his hand brought you back to look at him.

"Look, even if you don't pass this exam, you can always retake it. That's a plus, not all exams have that."

You sighed for what seemed like the millionth time in a row. You took his hands off your face and held them in your own.

"I know, Sharky, but I don't want to retake it. If i can't pass this one, how can I pass the retake?" Your voice laced with worry and brows creasing deeper.

"You will pass. I know it."

"Let's be realisti-"

"I am being realistic. You're an amazing, smart person, Lisa. And I know without a doubt in my mind you're gonna pass."

He leaned in towards you and pressed a soft kiss on your lips,

Then, on your left and right cheek,

And lastly, placing the softest kiss on both of your eyelids, so delicate you could barely feel it.

And when he leaned back, he gave you the brightest smile as he watched your face turn more away from anxiety.

"Promise me. If you need to, you will, because I wholeheartedly believe that if you truly work hard for it, you'll get it, baby."

You took a deep breath and nodded slowly, putting a small smile on your face.

Sharky turned your head to face the computer, your body following suit as he watched you take the mouse in your hands once again.

Even with Sharky there beside you, your heart was pounding, the anxiety you felt again spread all over your body, and your breathing became heavy.

Sharky's brows upturned. As he saw the state you were in, he knew being anxious was normal in this situation, but he wanted to you to be able to endure it.

So he took hold of your free hand and squeezed it slightly. Earning a look from you, it was clearly obvious that you were afraid in his eyes.

"Open that email, I'll be here beside you. It's gonna be okay." He spoke softly and slowly, nodding his head along with his words in reassurance.

You swallowed, turning your head as you finally clicked on the app.

You read it slowly,

Word for word.

With every word you said Sharky rubbed his thumb over your own hand.

Or he would lightly stroke your back in small circles, providing you a sense of comfort.

And when it came to the results, you shut your eyes close and inhaled sharply to calm your racing heart.

You slowly peeled your eyes open and glanced down at the results.

And your heart dropped, your mouth slightly agape and your breath hitched in your throat.

... 64%

64. And you needed 67% to pass this grade.

As you read it over and over again, trying to make sure that your eyes didn't deceive you, tears started to develop in the corner of your eyes as you stared at the screen, still in disbelief.

What did you do wrong?

"No..." You gasped under your breath, refreshing the page to see if they made a mistake and if it changed.

You turned to Sharky, who's sat there staring at you, his face downturned as well, but he stood up and went over to you, wrapping his arms around your figure.

This time, you couldn't control the tears, and you let them all out, sobbing into Sharky's chest as he hugged you, slowly stroking your hair to let you know that it was okay to cry.

Sharky's face brows furrowed together at the sound of your sobs, his face filled with hurt.

He hated seeing you cry.

Because it hurt him to see you like this.

"Lisa..." Sharky spoke quieter than a whisper, slowly tugging at you to pull you out of his grasp to take a proper look at you.

"Hey, you know you may have not gotten the score you wanted, but you tried your best. And I'm so proud of you, baby."

He kissed your forehead quickly and lingered there for a second longer. He rested his head on top of yours, brushing his hand up and down your back, trying to soothe your tears.

"It'll be okay, I'll make sure of it." Sharky's voice was firm, taking your chin between two of his fingers to make you look up at him.

Your face was covered in tears, red eyed, and flushed cheeks, a frown covering your face.

"I'll help you whenever you need, I'll test you and help you study to make sure you'll pass that retake."

Your gaze softened as you stared up at Sharky. Genuinely, you were so thankful, your heart calming with every word he said.

Sharky always knew what to say. He knew what to do to make you feel like you were at your best, even if you were at your worst.

"Promise me, Sharky?"

He laughed, the corners of his lips turning into a small smile.

"I promise."

He held your face in his right hand, wiping your tears as he kissed each place that it had left a stain.

"So wipe those tears, baby, because you won't need them anymore."

And so you smiled. Even though you may not have gotten the grade to pass, you have Sharky by your side. And with him, anything is possible. He'd help you through it all, and you wouldn't want it any other way.

"And does me telling you that I love you, Lisa, make you feel any better?"