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starcandybby · 2 months ago

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rings and realizations

haechan x reader

summary: while shopping with Jeno, Jaemin, and Renjun on a rare day off, Haechan lingers to long at the jewelry store which prompts questions and encouragement.

minors pls dni

warnings: shitty writing, reader is only in a flashback. reader has she/her pronouns, FLUFF, talks of marriage and engagements, 00z tease haechan but he takes it like a champ, haechan is referred to as donghyuck in this because I can, italics are flashbacks!

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It's a rare day off for Donghyuck. In between NCT Dream and 127 schedules, he'd be lucky to sleep in before practice. But an entire day off? Maybe once in a blue moon- and probably not even that often.

Donghyuck would have liked to spend the day with you- preferably in bed, maybe playing video games with you nestled between his legs. However, much to his dismay, when you heard Jeno, Jaemin, and Renjun invited Donghyuck to go shopping, you encouraged him to join them.

"Baby," Hyuck huffed, "I see them all the time. I don't need to go shopping with them."

"But, working with them is different! When was the last time you spent some quality time with them- without the pressure of cameras and practice and idol life?" You returned, soft but firm.

Donghyuck rolled his eyes, knowing you were 100% right. It is different spending time with his friends without the context of their jobs; it was more natural. He didn't feel like he had to embody the persona of Haechan from NCT. It was freeing. But, Donghyuck was also stubborn. What was so wrong about wanting to spend time with his girlfriend on a rare day off?

"Plus!" You continued, only encouraged by his eye-roll, "You've been so focused on 127 activities, you probably haven't seen them in a few weeks." A pause, "And, passing them in the company building doesn't count Hyuck." A soft smile graced your lips when you finished, letting him know that you were teasing him. If he really didn't want to go, you would drop the subject and welcome him with open arms on his day off.

"Yeah, yeah fine I'll go." You smile grew at your boyfriend’s response. "But! I get to sleep in, I want to have lunch and dinner together, and I want extra cuddles after dinner."

Your smile was extra wide now, causing the end of Donghyuck's lips to slightly turn up, unmasking his attempt at being serious.

"It's a deal!" And you sealed it with a kiss on his cheek.

So, here he was. At a luxury department store that was seemingly deserted when the four idols arrived. He suspects Jaemin and Renjun had a hand in that. He's half listening to the three discuss what stores they want to stop in; the other half of him is wondering which stores he'd like to stop in himself. Donghyuck isn't committed to a particularly style or brand; if he likes a piece, he'll buy it.

God, he misses you. And, at this moment, he really misses shopping with you, and how your eyes would light up when you really liked a clothing item on him or how you'd get all shy when he returned the compliments.

"Let's stop by Ferragamo first?" Renjun's question snaps Donghyuck out of his daydream. The younger one nodded and followed the three others.

Donghyuck hated to admit that you were right. (You always are). But spending time with his brothers felt good. There was no pressure; they could be themselves.

So far, Donghyuck had picked up a few things for himself- new glasses frames, a belt, and a new shirt. For you, he found a luxury purse and matching bracelets for you both. Anniversary gifts secured.

Now, the four men found themselves in Tiffany & Co. Jaemin had mentioned wanting to find some accessories for an upcoming event. While Renjun and Jaemin talk with the sales associate, Donghyuck decides to wander around the store.

He wasn't looking for anything in particular; he had enough jewelry at home and he's not sure Tiffany & Co is his style anyway. So, he just walks around the display cases to pass the time.

Donghyuck has seen so many diamond necklaces, bracelets, and earrings that they're all starting to blur together.

Until, he stumbles upon three display cases of rings.

He almost just walks by but something sturs in his chest seeing the diamond rings. A feeling that tells him to stop, even for just a second.

Donghyuck's eyes move over the rings, taking note of all the different cuts, sizes, and styles.

And he finally caves.

He lets himself imagine which ring would look best sitting on the finger of your left hand.

Which one would you like? What does your dream engagement ring look like?

You two had never discussed marriage or your weddings in depth. But, phrases like: "in our first home", "our kids" , and "when we're married" were not uncommon in such casual conversations about your futures.

Donghyuck was sure hopeful that you would say yes to his proposal, someday.

His eyes continued to move across the display cases, his brain analyzing what you might like or dislike about each ring. He doesn't even notice a faint shadow that appears next to him.

"Getting married soon are we?" Jeno asks smugly. Donghyuck need not to even look at the man to know the teasing smile he's sporting. He's too in his head right now to play along, so he ignores Jeno's question.

"Do you see any that you think she'll like?" He asks; voice coming through serious, almost as an attempt to mask any kind of vulnerability that might lie in it.

Thankfully, Jeno picks up Donghyuck's vocal queue and drops any teasing remarks he may have had prepared. He starts to assess the rings as closely as Donghyuck.

Jeno points out some rings that Donghyuck agrees you'll like. The latter continues to eye the pieces of jewelry while the former now observes his best friend.

Donghyuck. Engaged.

When Jeno first met you, first saw how you and his brother interacted, he knew you were it for him. He just didn't know that his friend was so serious about it so soon.

Soon? Well, you and Donghyuck have been dating for 2 years now, Jeno muses.

"Didn't know you were thinking about asking." Jeno tries to casually begin. He wants Donghyuck to be honest, but he doesn't want to broach the topic too seriously for his best friend to close off.

"I wasn't but I am now." Donghyuck absentmindedly answers, eyes still trained on the rings. But, Jeno doesn't miss the way his eyebrows pinch together and how his fingers can't seem to stay still, always fidgeting in some way.

"How soon?" Jeno continues.

"Not yet." Donghyuck replies.

A moment passes, and another.

"But soon."

Jeno's lips curl up at that. And this is his queue to shift to a more teasing tone.

"Our Hyuckie is getting married!" He shakes Donghyuck's shoulders, finally pulling him away from staring down Tiffany's many rings.

Donghyuck rolls his eyes and shakes Jeno off him, "And you're not going to be the best man so don't even ask."

Jeno feigns shock, "If I beg to Y/N, she'll make you make me the best man."

"I can resist her no problem."

To this Jeno howls in laughter, catching the attention of the other two as they make their way over, shopping bags in hand.

"What's so funny?" Renjun asks, eyebrows raised at Jeno.

“Hyuck just said he can resist Y/N!” Jeno said; words paired with a teasing smile.

"Ah! You're funny." Jaemin lightly slaps Donghyuck's arms, in which he rolls his eyes and freigns annoyance.

But, it's Renjun who notices the merchandise before them, making the connection quite quickly.

"Are you proposing to Y/N?!" Renjun asks, holding a tone of surprise, yet excitement.

Donghyuck feels too shy to confirm Renjun's suspicions confidently. But, his bashful smile and avoidance of eye contact tells the older brother all he needs to know.

"Are you serious?" It's Jaemin's turn to become excited, eyes sparkling at the thought of Donghyuck getting married, to you no less.

The fiancé-to-be nods and rubs the back of his neck.

"It's seriously no big deal. Plus, it won't even happen for a while. I want to wait until everything calms down. So no need to get all excited..." Donghyuck says sternly. But his brothers know better.

As he was rambling, Renjun, Jaemin, and Jeno's smiles only grew. Donghyuck is nervous. They're sure they can count the number of times they've seen him this nervous on one hand.

"Okay, okay. We get it. We'll leave it alone." Renjun lets it go for Donghyuck's sake and starts to lead the group out of the store.

Jeno and Donghyuck trail behind the other two. The older one can't help but get one last comment in:

"She'll say yes, you know?"

To this, Donghyuck doesn't say anything. But, Jeno doesn't miss the blush that blooms on his cheeks.

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disclaimer: This is purely fiction- nothing in these works reflect real of these people.

a/n: ahhh thank you for reading! I'm in my hyuck feels as always. I wanted to write something small to get me back into writing a little bit. likes, reblogs, and comments are always always appreciated <3

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prettygirl-gabi · 5 months ago

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Title: “Sealed with a Ring”

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Reader

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 1,267

Fandom: UConn Women’s Basketball

Summary: After secretly eloping a year ago, Paige and Reader have kept their marriage under wraps, but anniversaries and memories are to good not to share...

Paige and I had never been the type to do things traditionally.

Our love story started in a way that felt effortless, like the universe had been waiting for us to finally meet. Four years together and a year secretly married, we were as solid as ever, even if the rest of the world didn’t know.

And honestly? We liked it that way.

Our elopement had been quiet, intimate, and perfect—just us, a small ceremony with our closest friends and family, and matching simple bands that had symbolized our commitment long before we’d made it official.

But of course, Paige being Paige, she had still surprised me months later with a stunning diamond ring.

“For when you want something a little flashier,” she’d said, slipping it onto my finger before I had a chance to argue.

I had worn it, but never in the traditional way. It was either looped onto a delicate gold chain around my neck or sitting comfortably on my left middle finger. It kept people from asking too many questions, and since no one suspected we were already married, it was easier that way.

Still, Paige was patient. She never pushed, never questioned why I wasn’t ready to show off what was already ours.

Until today.

It was our first wedding anniversary.

Four years together, one year of marriage, and not a single regret.

Paige had planned a perfect day—brunch at our favorite spot, a cozy afternoon at home watching old highlights of each other’s games, and now, a quiet dinner just the two of us.

“You’re staring,” I teased, setting down my fork as Paige’s eyes lingered on me.

She smirked, twirling her wine glass between her fingers. “Can’t help it. My wife is beautiful.”

Heat rushed to my cheeks, even after all this time. “You’ve been calling me your wife all day.”

“Because you are,” she said simply, reaching for my hand across the table. “And I think it’s time the rest of the world knows it too.”

I knew what she meant before she even said it.

She wanted us to finally share our rings. To stop hiding.

To be seen.

I swallowed, glancing at my hand where my band rested snugly against my skin. I wasn’t afraid of people knowing. It was just… ours. Private.

But when I looked up at Paige, her expression soft and patient, I realized something.

I wasn’t scared of sharing.

I just needed the right moment.

And what better time than now?

“Okay,” I said finally, squeezing her hand. “Let’s do it.”

Her eyes lit up, and before I knew it, she was pulling out her phone.

The Instagram story went up within minutes.

It was a simple photo—our hands intertwined, matching wedding bands gleaming under the dim lighting of the restaurant. The caption?

One year married, four years of love.💕

We didn’t think much of it.

But the internet did.

By the time we got home, social media was in shambles.

TikTok was exploding.

Fan edits popped up within minutes, clips of us laughing on the court, walking together on campus, sharing subtle touches during interviews—all set to emotional background music.

One video had nearly 500k views already, with the caption:

PAIGE AND Y/N WERE MARRIED THIS WHOLE TIME?!??

The comments were even wilder:

• “THEY’RE WIVES? NO ONE TALK TO ME.”

• “I KNEW THOSE MATCHING BANDS MEANT SOMETHING.”

• “This is the greatest plot twist in UConn history.”

Instagram and X weren’t much better.

Our post was reshared thousands of times, with people dissecting every little detail. Theories ran wild—how long had we been married? Who knew? Did Coach Geno officiate the wedding? (Spoiler: No, but the idea was hilarious.)

Even the WNBA’s official account got in on the fun, commenting:

Well, well, well… look who decided to tell us. Congrats, you two.

Paige was lying on the couch, scrolling through her phone with a giant grin while I sat cross-legged on the floor, watching the chaos unfold.

“This is insane,” I muttered, watching another TikTok fly past my screen.

Paige chuckled. “You’re the one who agreed to post it.”

I sighed dramatically, flopping against her legs. “Yeah, yeah. I just didn’t expect people to react like this.”

Her fingers ran through my hair, soothing. “Do you regret it?”

I turned my head to look up at her, taking in the way her blue eyes softened.

“No,” I admitted. “I think I like it.”

She beamed. “Good, because there’s no going back now.”

The next morning, the media frenzy had only intensified.

Even our teammates were clowning us in the group chat.

Icey B: Y’ALL REALLY JUST DROPPED THAT AND WENT TO BED????

Hey Arnold: I BEEN KNEW but I’m still screaming.

Z²: Not y’all making it sound like a press release 😭 “one year married, four years of love” lmao.

Sar bear: Geno is gonna have QUESTIONS.

P boogs: 🤷🏼‍♀️

I laughed, tossing my phone onto the bed. “Our teammates are so dramatic.”

Paige flopped onto the mattress beside me, her arm draping over my waist. “They love us. The fans love us.” She kissed my temple. “And I love you.”

I sighed happily, turning to bury my face in her neck. “Love you too, Mrs. Bueckers.”

She hummed. “Say that again.”

“Mrs. Bueckers,” I teased.

Paige grinned, tightening her hold on me. “Best thing I’ve ever heard, Mrs. Bueckers.”

And just like that, the whole world knew.

But at the end of the day, it didn’t change a thing.

Paige was mine.

I was hers.

And that was all that mattered.

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-Thank You For Reading!🩵🩶

-prettygirl-gabi🎀✨️

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moonvis · 1 year ago

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I NEED YOU ALIVE

Steve Rogers x F! Avenger! Reader Incl. Sam, Tony, and Bucky x Natasha Summary: Steve can't wait to propose, but when a mission goes south, he's not sure he'll get the chance after all Warnings: Angst to fluff! Some cursing. Some blood and injuries. 2.5k words.

Steve carefully opened the blue velvet box in his hand, revealing a simple yet beautiful engagement ring. Light reflected onto the golden material, a small diamond on top. Steve knew his girl liked it simple, so that was what he got. A warming smile grew on his lips as he imagined the ring perfectly fit on her finger.

Bucky gently nudged at his pal’s side, a smirk present on his face. Steve chuckled as a response, speaking in a low voice, “This is it Buck. I’m proposing tonight after the mission.” It was Y/N and Steve’s two-year anniversary after all, but unfortunately they had to go on a last-minute mission before celebrating.

“M’ happy for you pal. She’s gonna love it.”

Steve had been carrying the ring in his picket ever since he bought it, looking at it every now and then - even at the risk of Y/N spotting him. Bucky had reminded it of such many times before, “Might put it away before your girl sees it.”

The whole team were gathered inside the jet, but luckily Y/N was sat opposite of the super soldiers, occupied in a conversation with Natasha. Steve let out a happy sigh and closed the box, “You know how it is Buck…”

Bucky did indeed understand; he understood the excitement Steve was feeling, the thought of spending the rest of a lifetime with the love of his life. The former Winter Solider had proposed to Natasha just a few months earlier anyways.

Bucky patted the blonde’s shoulder, “One more mission, and she’s all yours.”

“Right.” The Captain put the box back in his most secure pocket and got up. Time to get over with the mission. Walking into the middle of the jet, he spoke up, “Okay team. One last recall on the mission plan.”

Y/N gave him her immediate attention, admiring Steve in his Captain America stance. Steve gave her a small smile before he continued talking, “Y/N and Nat will get the files. Buck, Sam and I will go for the hostages, while Tony-” Steve turned to the billionaire, “You work as a shield around the base. This is a last-minute mission, which means we gotta be prepared for anything. Sam will back you up if needed.”

“Dream team,” Y/N commented from beside Natasha, giving her a pound, “Let’s go.”

Tony turned in his seat and prepared the jet for arrival, just outside the Hydra base, “Check your gear everyone! We land in three.”

As the they landed, Steve guided for Y/N to come over, which se gladly did. The Captain put his shield on his back, before caressing his girlfriend’s face, his brows softening as they made eye contact, “Be careful, okay? You know I hate separating from you on missions. So please, don’t take any unnecessary risks. I need you back in one piece.”

Unbeknownst to Y/N, Steve was referring to the upcoming secret proposal, thinking of the ring hidden in his pocket. He needed his future bride to make it back from the mission alive.

“That goes both ways,” Y/N raised a brow and smiled, “But yes, I promise.” With a quick kiss, they bid each other good luck before Y/N jogged off to join Natasha.

“Come on pal, let’s go.” Bucky said form beside the Captain. Steve couldn’t help feeling a little uneasy though, watching his girl disappear out of sight. Shrugging it off, he nodded at Bucky before leading the way.

Y/N and Natasha snuck up to the first entrance where four Hydra agents were guarding the door. Y/N looked over at the redhead mouthing, “Element of surprise?”, gaining a nod in response. On three, Y/N launched forward and kicked one man to the ground, before ducking as another tried to shoot her.

Natasha was already slamming the shooter into a third Hydra agent, while Y/N knocked out the guy beneath her. Finishing off, she shot the fourth and last guy running at Natasha. The girls gave each other a pound before continuing further into the base.

“Y/N look!”

Y/N turned to face Natasha, her eyes following whatever the redhead was pointing at. A staircase, leading up to a glass covered room holding what seemed like computers.

“Just what we were searching for,” Y/N winked and ran towards the stairs, stopping when a pair of Hydra agents suddenly appeared at the top. Y/N was a quick and precise shooter when it came to guns, not arrows, that was Barton’s specialty.

Fast, she brought out her gun and shot both agents in their head before they got the chance to react. Natasha came up beside her, impressed, “Not bad, but save some for me, will you?”

“Then you gotta keep up,” Y/N teased. Natassha rolled her eyes and followed her friend up the stairs. As they reached the computer-room, the coast seemed to be clear, with no booby-traps in sight.

“Awesome. Go do your thing,” Y/N winked at Natasha who entered the room, before she spoke into the comms, “Mission report. We found the computer-room.”

“Good. Get those files and stay on guard,” Steve reported back, “We just found the hostages. Getting them out now.”

Natasha was skilled when it came to hacking, so downloading the files were like a baby’s work. It was when they thought they were safe to leave the base, things started to heat up.

“We got the files, heading out now!” Natasha spoke into the comms, following Y/N out of the room.

“Copy that.” The Captain sounded satisfied, “And the hostages are brought to safety. Everyone return to the jet.”

While Tony gave his own report into the comms, the ladies of the team faced a sudden surprise outside the computer-room. Out of nowhere, a gunshot sounded through the hall, followed by the sound of Natasha’s agonizing scream.

She had been hit.

Y/N was quick to react and shot the Hydra agent who had fired and felt a knot in her stomach as she watched her friend fall to the floor. “Nat, shit!” Y/N rushed over and fell to her knees, “Hold still.”

Natasha had been shot through the leg, thick blood flowing out of her wound. Y/N ripped a piece of clothing of her own suit and wrapped it around the redhead’s leg. Bringing a hand up to her comm, her shaking voice spoke up, “Nat’s been hit! We need backup asap!”

“What!?” The frantic voice of Bucky sounded through the comms, “Where are you? I’m coming!”

“We’re just outside the computer room. West part of the base. Please, hurry!” Y/N’s worried voice responded back, before she shifted her attention back to Natasha, “Hold on Nat. Bucky’s coming.”

Natasha was weak, the wound being dangerously deep. The redhead brought out her hand for Y/N to hold, which she instantly accepted. Y/N felt scared, she couldn’t carry Natasha out of there herself, nor would she leave her behind. The last thing she needed was more Hydra agents approaching them in such a vulnerable state.

As if the universe hated them, the voices of more Hydra agents could be heard from downstairs, “They’re up there! Let’s go!”

Shit.

“Guys, hurry! There’s more agents and I can’t deal with them alone with Nat like this!” Y/N yelled into the comms, readying her gun for anything. Right now, protecting Natasha was the only thing she cared about.

“On my way!” Tony said though the comms, his voice stern with a hint of concern.

Steve felt his heart twist and turn, the sickening feeling in his stomach not helping. If he knew his girl correctly, she would do anything in her power to protect Natasha. Even if it meant putting her own life at risk. “Don’t do anything stupid Y/N! We’re on our way!”

“Hold on baby, I’m on my way!” Was Bucky’s words trough the comms. Natasha let out a shaky breath at his voice, clearly getting a bit of relief from it.

As the first Hydra agent made his way up the stairs, Y/N shot him in the head, making him fall into the one coming up right behind him. Y/N got up on her feet and saw at least six more agents running up to get them, “What the fuck?”

“Y/N you need to-” Natasha spoke thought a cough, “Get your ass out of here.”

“Forget it. I’m not leaving you.” Y/N’s voice was stern, so was her stance. As more agents ran towards her, she shot them. One, two and-

Her gun was out of bullets.

In the moment of panic, she took a step back before throwing her gun at the floor. Reaching for her knife, she spoke through the comms again, “My gun’s out, and these bitches keep on coming. Hurry!”

“Fuck, we’re almost there doll!” Steve was panicking. He could run fast alright, but coming from the other side of the base was quite the long way, “Tony!”

“Almost there Cap!”

Taking advantage of Y/N’s moment of distraction, the next Hydra agent tackled her to the floor. She usually managed to take out a guy alone, but as another agent joined in to hold her down, she struggled.

Natasha noticed and couldn’t just lay and watch. The redhead gritted her teeth together and lifted herself slightly off the floor, pointing her gun at one of the agents. Trough her blurred vision, she shot him in the arm. The man screamed in pain and let go of Y/N.

Unfortunately, the Hydra agent realised Natasha was still a threat, even in such a state, and went forward to grab her instead. The man lifted Natasha by the collar and dragged her towards the stairs, pointing his gun at her, “This is what you get little bitch!”

His words grabbed Y/N attention, her eyes widening, “No!”

Everything from there happened so fast. One second she was pushing Natasha out of the way, and the next, she was falling down the stairs with a fresh bullet-wound to her side.

In the moment of tragedy, Iron Man came flying in, catching Y/N only seconds away from having her head slammed on the cold hard ground. Holding her with one hand, he blasted the last remaining agents dead, before finally landing. Tony gently put her down, his mask revealing the distressed features on his face, “My god-”

“Natasha!” The yell and sight of Bucky came in view. He spotted his fiancé at the top of the stairs, not hesitating to get to her side. Right behind came Steve and Sam, having no idea what would meet their eyes.

The exact moment Steve spotted Y/N lying beside Tony, he felt his stomach drop. The Captain rushed to her side, falling onto his knees as dust flew in the air, “Oh my god--”

As Tony put pressure on her wound, Steve brought his hand up to caress her cheek, “Oh my god Y/N, you-”

“M’sorry Stevie…”

“No, don’t you say that!” Steve was panicking, his eyes going up to meet Tony’s, “What do we do?!”

Composing himself, Tony got up from the ground, “She don’t have much time. We need to get her help, asap! I’ll get the jet ready, you bring her.”

Steve felt his breath quickening at Tony’s words. As he watched Iron Man fly off, Steve shifted his attention back to his girl. Fresh tears streamed down his cheeks as he spoke, “I’m sorry doll, but this is gonna hurt.” Steve, as gently as he could, lifted her up in his arms, shutting out her agonizing scream to concentrate.

“Hold on doll, I’m bringing you home,” Steve promised as he ran the fastest he ever had. He watched as his girl grew heavier in his arms, her eyelids trying to fall shut. “Don’t you dare close your eyes!” Fuck he was worried.

“I’m not losing you today doll, just keep your eyes open, please.” Steve begged as he noticed how quickly his girl faded.

“M’sleepy…” Y/N wasn’t thinking clearly anymore, not feeling much either. She was just happy her last moments would be in the hands of the man she loved.

“No, I can’t let you to that. You need to stay awake, sweetheart. Please.” Steve cried as Y/N’s eyes closed, knowing there was nothing else he could do but run. “No, no, no, Y/N! Stay with me, please!”

As Y/N went completely numb in his hands, the solider screamed out in frustration. The jet was right in front of him, and as soon as he got to lay her body down, he fell to his knees, silent sobs shaking his broad shoulders.

His hand reached into his pocket, fingers tightening around the blue velvet box. She couldn’t die on him, not like this. He still had an important question to ask her.

Tick.

Just like he had been doing for the last few days, Steve sat by her bedside, listening to the monitor telling him she was still alive.

Steve refused to leave her side. Sam had tried to at least make him take a shower after the mission, but he still wouldn't budge. Steve had to be present the exact moment Y/N woke up.

“Hey, pal,” Bucky entered the room, “How’s she doing?”

Steve let out a sigh, letting his eyes leave Y/N for just a moment to look at his friend, “You know… the same.”

“Hey, I could watch her for a while if you need some rest,” Bucky suggested, but the Captain only shoot his head, “You know she’s gonna be mad when she wake up and realises you didn’t take care of yourself.”

“So be it,” Steve stoke his thumb over the soft skin of her hand, “I just can’t leave her side. I thought she was gone Buck. You saw it! Her heart stopped, twice!” Fresh tears streamed down Steve’s face at the memory playing in his head.

The day on the injury, Y/N’s heart stopped twice if not more, and it scared the hell out of Steve. He had to see the world crumbling down before his eyes, only for the universe to prank him. It made him angry. Oh, how he hated Hydra, for almost taking away his future.

Bucky didn’t comment Steve’s words. It could easily have been Natasha in that situation, but Y/N had saved her without hesitation. He would be forever grateful – he just couldn’t bear the thought of his best friend losing the love of his life instead.

Luckily, Y/N was recovering.

“You look like shit…” A crocked voice came from the room. Steve’s head shot up in surprise, eyes landing on her beautiful ones looking back at him. Bucky smiled and rushed out of the room, going to get a doctor.

“Y/N? Oh my-” Steve gasped, rapid breaths escaping him, “Fuck, Y/N, I thought I lost you.” Steve reached forward and cupped her cheek, not even bothering to hold back the sobs that followed.

“M’sorry…” Y/N let out a shaky breath, still adjusting to the light and pain in her stomach, “And uh- how long was I out for?”

“Five days,” Steve responded, still in disbelief his girl was finally awake, “Thank god you’re okay, doll. I love you so damn much.”

Y/N was a little taken back by the number of days but shook it off as she watched Steve’s broken expression. She tapped at the empty spot beside her, guiding for Steve to lay down. He hesitated for a moment, scared of hurting her, but accepted when she looked at him with pleading eyes.

“How’s Natasha doing?” Y/N asked as she remembered the redhead.

“She’s okay,” Steve sounded a bit hesitant, “Thanks to you I’ve heard.”

“Steve… I’m sorry for being reckless, I just-”

Steve sighed and reassured her, “It’s okay, I’m just glad to have you back alive. We’ve been at this one before; I’d do the same for Bucky and so on.”

Y/N chuckled and rested her head against his shoulder, hearing his rapid heartbeat.

Letting out a shaky breath, Steve turned to face her properly, his eyes softening as he looked at her smile. He reached into his pocket to grab the blue velvet box he had so patiently waited to give her.

“Y/N, this is not how I imagined doing this, but-” Steve brought the box forwards. Y/N’s eyes widened at the sight, her hand coming up to cover her gasping mouth, “Steve…”

Steve opened the box to reveal the beautiful ring, his eyes plastered on her the whole time. Her widening smile and teary eyes made his heart melt, “After almost loosing you, I can’t wait any longer. Please, will you do me the biggest honour of becoming my wife?”

“Oh my gosh! Yes!” Y/N cheered with the little energy she had and let Steve put the perfectly fit ring on her finger, “It’s beautiful Steve!”

Steve let out a soft chuckle, “I know this isn’t an ideal way to propose but-”

“It’s perfect!” Y/N assured him and reached forward to press a kiss on his lips. Though as she moved, a sudden pain overwhelmd her stomach, “Fuck!”

“Shit, are you okay?” Steve went straight into being protective, watching his fiancé shut her eyes in pain. As she didn’t respond, he grew worried, at least, until she started giggling. “Fuck that hurt.”

“You scared me doll,” Steve let out a sigh and reached forward to plant a kiss on top of her head, “You sure know how to pain an old man’s heart.”

Before Y/N got the chance to respond, a doctor came into the room, Bucky following suit, “Sorry for ruining the moment, but we need to check if everything is okay.”

“That’s fine, I know you’ll take care of my fiancé.” Steve kissed the top of her head and left the bed, going to stand beside Bucky.

The brunette punched Steve in the arm, “Now you can finally stop the obsessive ring gazing. I’m happy for you pal.”

“Thanks Buck.” Steve's eyes didn’t leave her figure as he stood there. He watched as she laughed with the doctor, a smile plastered on her face, even though she just woke up from a fay day long coma. She was such a ray of sunshine – she warmed his heart.

Oh, and to believe she would be his for ever.

#steve rogers #bucky barnes #natasha romnoff #natasha romanoff x bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader #tony stark #sam wilson #captain america #chris evans #sebastian stan #chris evans x reader #steve rogers imagine #chris evans imagine #captain america imagine #steve rogers angst #steve rogers fluff #chris evans angst

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ni-kism · 8 months ago

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Christmas, Airports and Coffee *⁠˘⁠♡◍⁠✧⁠*⁠。

Husband!Scoups x fem!reader

Genre : fluff

Warnings : very fluffy

Leaning on your husband’s shoulder while he finishes some work, for the second time your flight has been delayed. A trip to Norway planned by your husband as a surprise for your 5th anniversary wasn’t going what you’d call smooth. First of all, the roads were jammed with cars even though it was 3am in the morning. After you arrived at the airport with just enough time to eat and check in your bags, your flight has been delayed by a whopping 5 hours.

5 hours.

After that, when you and seungcheol went for some very early breakfast, a kid who was running around had bumped into you and spilled water. Right after that you heard the system's sweet voice stating that your flight will be delayed for another two hours.

And that makes 7 hours.

You considered going back home but calling your sister back to pick you two up again….she wouldn’t be pleased especially when she’s got an early date to prepare for.

So here you are, two hours into the wait while lounging in the waiting area. Seungcheol decided to finish the worked he had planned for after the trip so he doesn’t have to stress about it too much later on. You don’t know how he gets anything done while you pester him and play with his face, but he’s doing it. Man is everything. As your whine about being bored for the nth time, he closes his laptop and takes out his wallet, whips out his very shiny black card and allows you to go buy yourself a set of Lego at the Lego vending machine.

“Go on, I saw the way you looked at that machine sweetheart. Or maybe you want to go on a walk?”

Your luggage wasn’t with you anymore so it’s just a backpack and your handbag. Minutes later you found yourself getting a piggy back ride on your husband’s back while he walks through the airport to pass some time. He was getting tired of staring at an excel sheet anyways.

You met in high school, where seungcheol was the senior you’d sneak upstairs to peek at during lunch break. Safe to say you were caught and successfully married your high school crush. You started a business together, and it got so successful that he’s now the richest 1% in the country. You always tell yourself you did a great job serving as his secretary and wife. Four years of dating and he asked you to marry him, which of course you said yes.

As he approached the Lego vending machine, you jumped off his back and skipped towards the machine, scanning through the items again.

“They’re so expensive…”

Yeah, that’s what you told the man who bought you a Steinway piano on a random day after you mentioned that it looks pretty.

The man- uh, your man scoffed and pressed the button for the biggest set available after swiping his card at the scanner. Your Lego tuxedo cat plopped on the moving surface as it brings down your set. Seeing you happy like a child with a set of toys to play with made him feel something furry inside.

Before he could ask you where you wanted to go, you grabbed his hand and dragged him to a chocolate store nearby. He loves spoiling you, especially when sometimes he can’t spend time with you due to being caught up with work. He buys you things and takes you places while being a great husband ; you make him his favorites meals then help him de-stress after coming home from the very infuriating clients.

After the gift store, the cafe, the clothing store and a cat petting pop up booth that’s at the airport for some reason, you clutched your newly adopted plushie while still holding his hand, walking back to the waiting area as you talked about nothing and everything.

So you burned a few hundred from his card that’s like a few cents to him. He always insisted that you must have everything and got you the fattest diamond ring you’ve ever seen in your life for your wedding.

From your dress, the venue, heck even your eyelashes costed so much. Yet that hardly put a scratch on his account it was like grocery shopping for him.

Deciding that the carpeted floor by the waiting area would be a great place to sit on, you plopped down and started to build your tuxedo cat. How cute it even purrs when you turn the head!

One hour of Lego and few uncomfortable sleeping positions that made you look like a shrimp later, it’s 45 minutes away from boarding. Finally!! You peeked at the large glass windows and saw white spots falling down. Oh yeah…you were supposed to reach by Christmas, but here you are still back home. You two decided that you should eat something before boarding. He went to order while you waited by the windows of the cosy cafe. Coffee, snow, and your husband. What else can be better?

“Sweetheart”

“Yeah?”

You didn’t think he’d pull a move like that. His soft lips now on yours, although you were in a cafe, but of course you kissed back while catching the eyes of the girls in the corner fangirling over the scene. Maybe it was your broad shoulders six pack 180cm rich cold looking CEO who whines and pouts because you didn’t kiss him good morning of a husband? They can’t exactly see his build under his fluffy coat but oh that face card never declines.

Cheesy, but it made the butterflies in your tummy go wild when he kissed you as the clocks struck twelve, signaling the arrival of Christmas.

“Merry Christmas love” you heard as he pulled out a little jewelry box. Upon opening it was the most beautiful necklace you’d ever seen in your life. You knew better than to believe that it was cheap when you asked him. The less you see the logo of the brand the more expensive it is when your santa is seungcheol. Of course you prepared to a surprise for him too, but that’s for when you check into a hotel. (Iykyk)

Your trip to see the northern lights started when you boarded the first class seats with Netflix on the tvs. The divider will not stop your husband from giving you kisses.

It may be simple but everyday with him felt special in its own way even if you just lounged at home lazily while your fluffy cat tried to snuggle between you both for the warmth. This must be what happens when you marry someone who loves you more than anyone, or anything.

An argument breaks out from the couple in front of you, seemingly from money as the air stewardess came and asked them to keep it down.

“Love, I want you to know that even with all the money and power I have, I’d burn it to ashes as if it meant we would stay together forever”

Blushing hard although you’ve heard loving words from your husband on a daily basis

"May I make a Christmas wish?”

“Of course”

“Might I request to be your Mrs.Choi again in the next life, and every life to come even if we were to be rocks?”

Soft laughter swallowed the tense atmosphere the couple infront of you gave off as you two started to look through the free stuff the airline had provided with the first class seats, knowing his answer would always be yes. Yes, anything for his princess.

"you'll always be my girl, okay?"

#scoups x reader #scoups #svt x reader #svt oneshot #seungcheol x reader #scoups oneshot #seungcheol fluff #svt imagines #svt headcanons

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birdie-in-arcadia · 24 days ago

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The Love You Want

This was a request, and I hope you like it anon! This might be one of my favorites that I've done, neck and neck with Mine. Enjoy!

Content Warning: Suggestive content near the end, but mostly just tooth-rotting fluff

Word Count: 5.1k

Vessel knew from fairly early on in the relationship that you were the one he wanted to have and to hold. From the way you calmed his nerves before a show with nothing more than your hand on his chest and a whispered, “Breathe,” to the way you refused to go to bed angry, insisting on talking things through, no matter how tired you were. He fell for you in a quiet, steady ache that built day after day, until loving you was as natural and necessary to him as air.

It wasn't a dramatic epiphany, no blinding light or cinematic lightning strike, just moments. Dozens of soft, barely even noticeable moments that stitched together until he couldn’t remember a version of himself that wasn’t completely enthralled with you. The way you scrunched your nose when concentrating or when you really laugh. The way you danced in the kitchen with headphones in, completely unaware he was watching. The way you kissed his mask, without ever needing to see the man beneath it to know and love him.

You never asked him for more than he could give. But he always wanted to give you everything.

The first conversation about marriage had been gentle and curious. You were curled up together on his sofa in the dead of winter, a film forgotten on the screen, your body warm against his under a shared blanket. You'd tilted your head, eyes soft with sleep, and asked:

"Do you ever think about getting married one day?"

He'd blinked slowly, heart suddenly thudding in his chest, but his voice was calm when he replied, "With the right person, yes."

You hadn't noticed the shift in him; hadn’t seen the way his fingers twitched with the urge to hold your face and tell you that he already had the right person.

From that day on, the idea had rooted itself inside him.

Over time, it grew like ivy, wrapping around his ribs and taking root in every crevice. He began planning without even meaning to. Scanning the jewelry section of any store he shopped at that had one. He took mental notes of the things you loved: peaceful evenings under the stars, nature trails and botanical gardens, hibiscus flowers and lilies. The way your eyes lit up when you talked about the ocean, even though you'd never seen it stretch endlessly to the horizon in person.

So, he started weaving the idea of this trip, and framing it as an anniversary getaway, something quiet and intimate. Something meant just for the two of you. In truth, he'd been planning your engagement for months.

And now, it was happening.

You were beside him on the plane, dozing lightly with your head on his shoulder and his fingers woven loosely through yours. Your body swayed slightly with each pocket of turbulence, but you didn’t stir. The gentle pressure of your palm against his calmed him more than any sedative ever could.

Vessel turned to look at you, not just to glance, but to truly look. The way your hair had fallen messily over your cheek. The faint crease between your brows. The little flutter of your lashes every few seconds. The swell of affection that rose in him was so intense he had to exhale softly just to keep from bursting at the seams, as he was already fraying at the edges just being on this plane to this destination, to the rest of his life.

The ring was in his carry-on. Tucked in a small velvet box, zipped in an interior pocket where he’d checked on it four times since leaving the house.

He’d custom-designed it with a local artisan; nothing flashy or oversized, just something elegant that you’d love. A delicate sterling silver band, slim and smooth, with a marquise-cut white diamond set between two smaller diamonds. He’d even had your initials engraved on the inside of the ring.

He hadn't told a soul. Not the band or his friends or family, not even II, though he'd almost caved the week before. He wanted this to be between you and him. Just as you'd like it.

You stirred against him slightly, shifting with a sleepy sigh, your nose brushing his collarbone, your eyes not bothering to open. Your voice was soft and scratchy with sleep as you murmured, “How much longer?”

Vessel glanced at the small screen in front of him. “Just under two hours.” You hummed. “Mmm. Wake me if I snore.”

“You never snore,” he said, lips brushing the crown of your head. “You make soft little… breathy noises.” You chuckled, eyes still closed. “You listen?”

“Always,” he whispered. You didn’t reply, but the way your fingers squeezed his was answer enough. Three squeezes. I love you. He squeezed back, and rested his own head against the plane window.

As the plane soared on toward the horizon, Vessel watched the sky outside shift from bright azure to molten amber, clouds stretched thin and gilded like the edges of a painting. Somewhere below, the ocean shimmered, waiting for you.

He smiled faintly, imagining your expression when you see it for the first time.

And when you say yes.

The moment your feet touch the tarmac in Maui; a warm breeze sweeps around you like an embrace. It smells faintly of sea salt, hibiscus, and something sweet, maybe plumeria. The sun hangs low in the sky, casting a golden wash over everything.

Vessel keeps you close to his side as you both descend from the plane, his hand resting low on your back, thumb brushing in small, absent-minded circles. You know he doesn’t love flying, so you squeeze his hand tightly when you reach solid ground, silently thanking him for taking this trip with you.

He hadn’t said much about the itinerary, only that everything was “taken care of,” and that you don’t need to worry. You let him guide you, sleepy and wide-eyed, through the small airport and into a waiting car.

The drive along the coast is dreamlike. You’d never seen the ocean like this before; vast, alive, endlessly blue, rippling with the gold of the late afternoon sun. Your window stays open the entire ride, your arm resting on the edge as you stared out at it all, wind in your hair and wonder in your heart.

“Is this okay?” Vessel asks softly beside you, his voice cutting through your trance.

You turn to him slowly, eyes shining, chuckling incredulously. “Are you kidding? This is… this is perfect.”

He doesn’t answer right away, he only reaches out, fingers trailing down your arm until he finds your hand again, his palm warm and steady, grounding. His gaze lingers on your face as though attempting to memorize it; to brand you into his brain so that anytime he closes his eyes, your beautiful face is there to soothe his nerves.

Little do you know, this is his favorite version of you. Bathed in sun and salted air. Lit up by joy you weren’t trying to hide. Completely unaware of how beautiful you looked to him in that moment, with your hair alight in the sun, casting a halo around the crown of your head. Appropriate, for you are his angel. Your skin glows under the summer sun, shadows casting over the contours of your body as you twirl in the sand, head tilted back, eyes closed, fully immersed in this moment.

He loosely crosses his arms as he revels in the sight of you as you absorb the salt, sand, and sea for the first time, his heart swells in his chest as the realization washes over him that he’s truly looking at the rest of his life, and he’s never been more sure about anything ever. He smiles at you, his head tilting reverently as you do little stomps in the warm, ankle-deep ocean water. This man adores you.

He’d booked an oceanfront bungalow; standalone, tucked into a stretch of private coastline shaded by swaying palms and dotted with hibiscus bushes and collections of beach grass. It was as picturesque as a film set; warm teak wood, a sprawling bed draped in soft white linen, even a veranda that opened straight onto the sand.

He brought you to a soft halt in the doorway, Vessel standing behind you, your bodies resting warmly against one another, his front to your back like puzzle pieces. His hands cover your eyes in order to elevate the surprise. “Are you ready, my love?” he whispers, his breath warm against the lobe of your ear, and you can hear the grin on his face through the words he says. “Mhm,” you hum excitedly, nodding your head, a giddy smile spreading across your own face. He drops his hands from your eyes, allowing them to rest on your shoulders as you take in the room around you for the first time. You open your eyes and squint slightly as the low light from the room bleeds in, and as your eyes focus, you gasp, bringing your hand up to cover your mouth.

There are orchids and hibiscus petals scattered on the bedspread, and two champagne flutes waiting by a bucket of ice on the small table near the window. The low sun casts wide, sleepy beams across the floor, painting the room in shades of amber and rose gold, the chiseled glass suncatchers hanging in the window paint the room in sporadic prisms of the color spectrum. And just beyond the glass doors to the right, the ocean stretches into infinity.

“Oh…” Your breath catches in your throat as you step further inside slowly, your gaze drifting over every carefully placed detail, and you’ve never felt so seen. “Ves, this is…” You are truly at a loss for words.

You turn around to face him and you find that he’s already watching you, his eyes heavy with adoration for you.

His bag is still slung over his shoulder, fingers hooked in the strap, but every bit of his focus is on you. His lips part slightly, like he wants to say something, but he doesn’t.

“You did all this?” you ask, voice low, touched. He nods, stepping toward you. “Every bit of it. You deserve a place that can be any semblance of how wonderful you are.”

Your throat tightens as warm tears prick at the backs of your eyes. You don’t say anything for a moment, you just step into him, arms wrapping around his middle as you bury your face into his chest. His arms wrap around you instantly, pulling you in, holding you like a promise. You feel him kiss the top of your head once, then again, holding the kiss longer this time.

“You spoil me,” you whisper. “Not yet,” he murmurs. “But I’m going to.” You tilt your head up at him, playful. “Is that a threat?”

“It’s a vow,” he says, voice quiet and sure. “You’ll never go a day not knowing how much you’re cherished.”

And it lands differently, those words. They aren’t flippant or poetic or abstract; they’re simple truth, deep and carved into him like scripture. You feel the weight of it settle in your bones, nuzzling comfortably into a home there.

He leads you out onto the deck just as the sun begins to sink into the sea. You stand together in the doorway, hand in hand, watching the horizon melt into hues of violet and fire. He doesn’t speak, he just holds you close and lets the comfortable silence stretch sweetly between you like warm honey.

At one point, you rest your head against his shoulder and whisper, “You really thought of everything to make this as special as possible, huh?” Vessel nods, almost imperceptibly. “And it’s not even our actual anniversary yet.” you whisper, taken aback at just how thoughtful he really is. He’d give you the moon if you asked.

“No,” he smiles. “That’s tomorrow.” You can’t possibly think of a way that he could top this. But little do you know, he already has.

Because it’s not the flowers or the view or even the carefully laid plans that makes your chest ache, it’s him. His thoughtfulness. The way he looks at you like you hold the planets and control their orbit with your hands. The way he has orchestrated this entire trip around you; your comfort, your joy, your peace. You could just cry and forever question what you did to ever deserve such a magnificent partner.

Instead, you turn and kiss his cheek. Then again, nearer to the corner of his mouth. He turned slightly, eyes warm and unreadable, and brushed your hair back with a gentle, loving touch. “You’re not even ready,” you whispered, eyes teasing. “Ready for what?” he asks, curiosity tinting his tone. “For how much I’m going to love you here.” He laughed, soft and low, pressing his forehead to yours. “Try me, love.”

The warm water rolls down your back in slow, steady rivulets, the air thick with steam and the smell of sandalwood. Your skin still tingles, pleasantly worn from the way he’d touched you just moments ago; slow and reverent, as though your body were a sonnet he’d spent his life memorizing.

Vessel stands behind you now, silent and focused, fingertips gliding through your damp hair. He’s lathering shampoo into your scalp with a gentleness that borders on worship. His touch is firm but unhurried, slow circles that lull you into a daze. You close your eyes and let your head tilt back slightly into his chest, trusting him entirely, letting him take care of you.

The water drums softly above you, and somewhere within it, you hear him exhale, quiet and controlled, like he’s trying to anchor himself in the moment.

His bare chest is warm against your back, the rise and fall of it steady. You can feel the quiet tremble in his fingertips as they comb through your hair, as if he’s trying to pour everything he feels into the movement; love, devotion, awe. His hands slide lower, massaging the soap through to the ends, and then rise again to cradle your skull like you’re something fragile, something absolutely irreplaceable.

He kisses your shoulder, then your neck. His lips are damp, and when they press against your skin, you swear you can feel his heartbeat thudding in tandem with yours. Unbeknownst to you, his heart is pounding.

You open your eyes just a sliver, the steam curling up like mist around your bodies, and murmur, “You’re being extra sweet today.”

“I’m always sweet to you, my baby,” he says quietly, but his voice is strained in that way that tells you he’s thinking hard about something.

Your brow furrows slightly, though you keep still. “What is it?”

His hands hesitate for the briefest second, then one hand withdraws to reach up and detach the handheld showerhead from its mounted fixture, bringing it between you to the back of your head. He begins rinsing the soap from your hair, taking extra caution as to not rinse the soap into your eyes.

With your back to him, you don’t see the way he closes his eyes, pressing his lips together, jaw clenched with something he’s not ready to say out loud yet. The water trickles down his face and chest, but it does nothing to cool the heat blooming in his chest.

He wants to tell you now. He wants to drop to his knees right here, wet tile, drenched hair and all, and ask you if you’ll let him spend the rest of his life loving you like this. Completely, honestly, and fiercely. He’s wanted to ask you for months, but now, now that you’re here, in his arms, with your head resting trustfully against his chest, he almost does it without thinking.

His lips part. The words are on the tip of his tongue. Will you m-

“Where are we going for dinner tonight, by the way? Not that I’m complaining about staying in all day…” you purr, smiling flirtatiously, your eyes still closed as the hot water cascades down your back, and you breathe in the clean smell of the steam.

The spell breaks. His trance is interrupted, definitely for the better. Who proposes to someone in a shower? He furrows his brows and shakes his head, shocked at his own idiocy. You don’t notice this or the way his shoulders rise with a silent breath as he swallows back the words.

Instead of answering your question right away, he leans down and presses his forehead gently to yours as you lean your head back more to meet his. It lingers there for a long, quiet moment, and then he chuckles softly, breath warm against your ear.

“You’ll see,” he murmurs. You smile, oblivious to the shift in his heartbeat, the ache in his chest. “Is it dressy?” you ask. “Just… wear what makes you feel beautiful,” he replies.

“That’s a trap,” you tease, turning in the stream to face him, water cascading between you. “Everything makes me feel beautiful when you look at me like that.”

He doesn’t laugh this time. He just gazes at you, eyes drinking you in like he’s afraid you’ll vanish. He swears every time he looks at you, there’s a new detail he never noticed before, and it captivates him. He raises his hand, fingers brushing wet strands away from your face, and murmurs, “That’s because you are, my darling.”

You lean into his touch, heart fluttering under your skin, and rest your hands gently on his waist. The moment lingers, long enough for his eyes to dart to your lips and back, long enough for something unspoken to swell between you again.

But he doesn’t ask. Not yet. Because the next part deserves the stars, the waves, and the most beautiful sunset the world has to offer.

So instead, he kisses your forehead and says, “Come on. Let’s get you ready.” And you don’t know it yet, but in just a few hours, your entire life will change if you let it.

The breeze lifts the hem of your dress as you walk, warm and salt-kissed, soft as a whisper around your ankles. You’re barefoot in the sand, the ocean stretching endlessly ahead, molten gold rippling across its surface. The setting sun dips lower by the minute, casting firelight over the sky in streaks of peach and rose and lilac. You’d said earlier that it didn’t even look real, and Vessel had only smiled, watching you with something brighter than the sunset in his eyes.

Your dress sways around you, white cotton patterned with soft pink hibiscus petals accented by varying shades of green leaves. He told you earlier you looked like summer incarnate; like a dream come true.

Vessel walks beside you, the fine sand crunching softly underfoot, his hand clasped in yours. He’s wearing a simple white tee and soft tan cargo shorts, effortlessly handsome in the way only he can be. Sunlight dancing across his arms, the sea breeze ruffling the fringe of feathery hair at his forehead. He hasn’t let go of your hand once since you stepped onto the beach.

Not when he showed you the secluded pathway down the cliffside, not when you gasped at the beauty of it all, not even when you paused to take a thousand photos of the horizon.

And still, even now, his fingers remain laced with yours like a silent vow.

You don’t know it yet, but his heart is thundering in his chest so loud he’s certain you’ll hear it. Every moment you smile, every time you tilt your head toward him and squeeze his hand gently, he comes one step closer to falling apart in the best possible way.

“I didn’t think anything could top yesterday,” you say softly, a soft gasp escaping your lips as a breeze lifts your hair and cools the back of your neck. He turns his head to you, smiling gently. “It was never about topping anything.”

“No?” you ask, turning to look at him adoringly. “No,” he murmurs. “It’s about showing you what our lives could look like together. All the things I dream of giving you. You deserve the world and everything beautiful it has to offer.”

You squeeze his hand again. “You’re doing a damn good job, Ves. I’ve never felt so special or wanted in my life.”

He chuckles, nervous now, and slowly guides you toward a little flat area just off the shore where the rocks cradle a small clearing, safe and soft beneath your feet. A blanket lies in the sand, with two tall glasses of sparkling water, and the faint trace of music; gentle strings, like something classical wafting from a speaker tucked neatly behind a driftwood branch.

You blink, heart skipping. “When did you set this up?”

“I have my methods,” he says grinning, and something in his voice wavers. You sit beside him, stretching your legs out in front of you, and tilt your head, resting it on his shoulder. The last rays of sunlight cast a warm glow over everything, painting him in gold.

And when he breathes in, it shakes. This is it. He turns to face you fully. His hand slides from yours and moves to your cheek, thumb brushing lightly beneath your eye as if memorizing the gentle slope of your face.

“You know,” he says quietly, voice velvet-smooth, “I knew from very early on.” Your gaze softens. “Knew what?”

“That you were it. The one I wanted by my side for the rest of our days.” His voice hitches, not from nerves, but from emotion too thick to hide. “From the way you calm me before I walk onstage. The way you kissed my hands when you knew I just wanted to break down or break things. From every conversation where you listened with your heart instead of just your ears.” He’s trembling now.

And then, he shifts.

Slowly, nervously, Vessel reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small velvet box. He doesn’t open it immediately. Instead, he kneels before you there in the sand, as the tide begins to lap closer, the breeze rising to carry the words that he can’t hold back anymore.

“I know you hate big gestures and cliches,” he says, laughing softly through the crack in his voice. “And I know crowds make your hands shake and your chest tighten. But I couldn’t ask you to marry me in the corner of our kitchen or under fluorescent lights. I wouldn’t. You told me once that you always dreamed of seeing the ocean swallow the sun, and I - I want to be the one who gives you every dream you didn’t think you’d get to live out.”

He opens the box.

The ring glimmers like starlight inside.

“I didn’t bring you here just to celebrate our 3-year anniversary,” he whispers. “I brought you here because there isn’t a place in this world that could hold how much I love you, and because you deserve to see the most beautiful sights in the world as I ask you to be my wife. My love, my beautiful angel. I want to be with you, every day, for the rest of our lives.”

Your hands fly to your mouth. Your eyes sting as he lifts his gaze, eyes glassy and wide.

“So… will you marry me?”

And for a moment, you can’t breathe. Everything comes to a halt as you hear the blood rushing to your ears. The ocean hushes. The sun halts mid-sink. Your body floods with warmth so deep, so overwhelming, that all you can do is nod. But then you find your voice.

“Yes,” you breathe, breaking into a smile so wide it hurts. “God, yes! Yes, I’ll marry you!”

He exhales a laugh of disbelief, of wonder, of finally.

You tackle him into the sand, arms around his neck, the ring box forgotten for a moment as he cradles your face and kisses you full on the mouth; long and deep, like he’s been waiting lifetimes to feel your yes on his lips.

The waves crash behind you. The sun kisses the water goodnight. And in his arms, you already feel like this is your forever home. The rest of your life. And you could not be happier.

As you sit back up on the blanket and smooth out your dress and hair, he sits up next to you and open the ring box up again, plucking the ring from its velvet enclosure. You hold out your left hand and watch him slide the ring onto your finger, slipping over your knuckle with ease. You tilt it back and forth in the evening sunlight and watch it sparkle and glimmer. You smile and giggle as you’re taken aback by how beautiful it really is.

“It’s absolutely gorgeous, Ves,” you say to him, your eyes still locked onto the ring. “It’ll never measure up to you, my love.” he replies, and your heart just soars, your gaze shifting from the ring to your new fiancé's beautiful face, and you pull him into a deep, tender kiss.

The stars are out by the time you return to the bungalow.

The night has settled softly over Maui like a velvet curtain, quiet and cool in the spaces between palm leaves and moonlit waves. Vessel hasn’t let go of your hand since you left the beach, his thumb still brushing across your knuckles, as if trying to ground himself in the reality of it all, that you said yes. That you're his forever.

He opens the door for you, and you step inside to the low glow of lanterns strung from the wooden beams, casting amber warmth across the room. The windows are open, letting in the sound of the sea, and the sheer curtains sway gently in the ocean breeze.

It smells like citrus and coconut and something uniquely him; clean linen, warm skin, and something like mahogany or teakwood.

Vessel closes the door behind him, and for a moment, neither of you speak. You just look at each other.

His eyes trace your face like he’s memorizing you all over again, like the moment he dropped to one knee on the sand is etched into him, but it still wasn’t enough. There’s a kind of reverence in the way he approaches, slow and unhurried, the air between you heavy and sacred.

“I still can’t believe you said yes,” he murmurs, voice like smoke and honey. You smile, stepping closer. “Was there ever a doubt?”

His gaze flickers down to your hand, the one now wearing the promise he’s been dreaming of giving you for months. “Not really,” he admits. “But… hearing it. Watching you say it. That’s different. I’m just taken aback by the confirmation.”

Your hands rise to his chest, fingers resting over the place where his heart beats strong and steady beneath his shirt.

“You’re mine now,” he says, so softly it almost breaks you. “I’ve been yours,” you whisper, rising onto your toes. He kisses you like he’s trying to say it all again without words.

And when he carries you to the bed, it’s not with urgency. It’s with awe.

He lays you gently across the cool sheets, brushing a strand of hair from your cheek before shedding his shirt, revealing the lean strength of his form, the devotion built into every inch of his body. You reach for him, guiding him down into the covers beside you.

The bed dips under his weight, and you both shift toward each other, finding the shape you always seem to make together; tangled limbs, quiet, loaded breathing, that invisible tether that keeps you close even when you don’t speak.

His hands are warm and steady as they find your waist, your hips, the slow trail of your dress hem rising beneath his palms.

He doesn’t ask for anything. He simply looks at you, waiting. You nod, and that’s all he needs.

The dress comes off slowly, inch by inch, until it slips over your shoulders and is discarded on the floor below. He touches you like he’s tracing art across your skin, fingertips reverent, mouth tender. He kisses your collarbone, your shoulder, the hollow of your throat. Each kiss is a wordless vow. A promise to hold you closely and gently.

When you reach for him in turn, sliding his shorts down and pressing your palm against the heat of him, he exhales your name like a prayer. And when he finally presses into you, slow and sure, it’s like the world stills around you. The ocean fades. The wind dies out.

It’s just him, you, and the rhythm of your hearts settling into their home.

Vessel’s forehead rests against yours as he moves, gentle and steady, his hands cupping your face like you’re the most delicate, precious thing he’s ever touched.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs. “You’re everything to me.”

You pull him closer, wrap your arms around his back, your legs around his hips, and hold him as tightly as you can because it feels like he might disappear otherwise; like this is just too good to be true. But he doesn’t fade or dissipate. He stays right there with you, in this moment of sanctitude. He moves with you, for you, anchored by the sounds you make and the love spilling from your eyes.

There are no fireworks. No loud crescendo. Just heavy breath, hot skin, and two hearts finally tethered. The quietest kind of ecstasy; being seen, being known, being treasured like this.

When you both come undone, it’s not with shouting. It’s with gasps and tears and whispered names. It’s with his hand pressed over your heart and your lips brushing his jaw. It’s with the knowledge that nothing in your lives will ever be the same again, and you wouldn’t want it to be.

After, Vessel pulls the sheet up over you both and brings you into his arms, holding you so close it’s hard to tell where you end and he begins.

His lips graze your hairline. “You’ve made me believe that love can last forever.” You smile into his chest. “You make me feel safe enough to believe in anything.”

He presses a kiss to your temple, then your fingers, now twined together over your stomach. “Tomorrow,” he says, “we’ll wake up to the ocean. And every day after, we’ll wake up to each other. But we’ll have to wake up a bit earlier than usual now that we’ve got a wedding to plan.” He finishes, and you giggle and curl closer into his chest as his hands find your side and back as he pulls you into him.

And in that quiet lull, curled up in the warmth of his body and the hush of the sea, you believe him. Because this love, it’s not just a feeling.

It’s a home, and it’s yours, forever.

@yourgirlisa @houseofsleeptoken I hope this is some semblance of what you had in mind anon! If anyone reading this would like to be added to the taglist, let me know!

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kpoptrashlord-007 · 2 months ago

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In The Dark;; PJS

Word Count;; 2k

Genre;; Yandere

Pairing;; Jay x Reader

Summary;;

Your anniversary vacation goes horribly wrong after you get into an argument with your usually level-headed fiancé. He shows a whole different side of himself, one you wish you'd never seen.

Warnings;;

Yandere!! so there’s violence, dark themes, etc but nothing too extreme. Established relationship Reader is referred to as ‘princess’ and ‘gal’.

Request;;

"One, two, Daddy is coming for you. Three, four, knocking down your door.” This prompt for Yandere Enhypen Jay -- Anonymous

Notes;;

This isn’t exactly how I see him as a yandere but… it was the first thing that came to mind with the prompt! Also went a little experimental at the end for the last quarter-ish. The rest was written before one of my many breaks so I’m just... trying to get back into the groove, man.

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There’s no moon tonight. Outside is pitch-black. Not ‘grey’ or ‘dark’: black. There isn’t a single star to lighten the sky. Just a whole lot of nothing. Even the trees appear black, their greenery spoiled and rotted as winter approaches.

Inside isn’t much brighter. The fire is dying, its embers fading to ash. Dull and in dire need of replacement the single lamp in the room offers no real coverage. It doesn’t even reach beyond the recliner you’re resting on. The tacky, century-old rug sitting in the centre of the room falls prey to the growing shadows as they swallow more and more area.

Beyond the rug is Jongseong. He’s pacing again. No light reaches the wall he’s so attached to. Even when he stops to peer out the window, he’s just a nondescript mass. You squint to better picture him, to try to get a sense of how he’s feeling, but come up short. It isn’t a leap to say he’s pissed but you can’t gauge how deep that anger runs.

“Jongseong, that’s not–”

“Can’t you just call me Jay?” he snaps and you can’t help the small gasp that slips out. “What, princess? Is that too much to ask?”

It takes a moment to build your courage. Fiddling with the ring on your finger, you rotate it once, twice, wringing your hands as you formulate your next move. There’s a sea of ice between you and his temper is melting your safety route faster than you can flee. If you don’t diffuse the argument now you’re sure to drown under his pressure, under his whims.

“There’s no talking to you when you’re like this.”

Not ideal, not at all. He’s turning to you now. There’s a wildfire blazing in his eyes and a single look has you reeling.

Before he has a chance to intervene you jump to your feet. It’s only a few quick steps to the bedroom. Any more than that and he’d have reached you, would’ve forced you to stay and listen to whatever delusion he’s conjured up this time. You slam the door closed and lock it with mere milliseconds to spare.

“Open the door.”

“Not until you calm down!”

Your voice is stronger than you feel yet it’s still no match against his unwavering calm.

“Baby, open up. I’m not asking again.”

“Good night, Jongseong.”

“Princess,” he chides, knuckles rapping against the door. “You’re being unreasonable.”

Clearing your throat, you walk backward toward the bed, gaze glued to the rattling door knob. When your legs meet the thick duvet half-fallen off the mattress you almost slip. The sudden shock of it has your heart beating a million miles an hour. Clutching your chest, you exhale a shaky gasp that ends with a sharp wince. There’s a painful haze invading your mind. Your temples pulsate as a little drummer boy bangs against the inside of your skull.

Once more you find the ring on your finger and twirl it. It offers little comfort in the dark. All those diamonds mean nothing if there’s no light to shine on them. They’re just rocks, pretty little rocks. Biting your bottom lip, you commit to your defiance. With a harsh tug you free your finger of the worthless promise and throw it toward the nightstand.

What washes over you is far from relief.

And if you can’t find it tomorrow?

It settles in your gut like spoiled meat.

What will he say when he finds out?

Seconds tick by.

Everything is still, silent.

And that has to be enough, at least for now.

You disrobe down to your undergarments and, after a final cautionary glance toward the door, hop into bed. It’s emptier without Jongseong. His side of the bed is cold and endless. No matter how much he drives you crazy at times, you still love him. Which makes the truth harder to swallow, makes your decision harder to act on.

It’s a cowardly move to do it over text but you don’t trust yourself enough to do it face to face, not when he’s both so perfect yet horrendous, so compassionate yet cruel. With the intention of elaborating on it in the morning, you fire off a simple text:

This isn’t working. I need a break.

Curling up into a ball, you grab your headphones and fall into melancholia. There’s no song nor sound that can ease your worries. Hiding beneath your chilled pillow does nothing to clear your thoughts. They rush around you, slamming against you with the force of a tidal wave, damn-near crushing you beneath the weight of your decisions. You twist and turn, desperate to shake away your guilt, to escape the aching of your soul.

But it follows you into the land of dreams, polluting everything it touches until a decaying wasteland remains.

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You awake with a start. Sweat lines your body, thick and pungent. Your chest heaves as you glance around the room drenched in shadow. It’s automatic the way your arm flings across the bed toward the nightstand. Chilled porcelain gnaws at your fingertips and it’s a small victory, a tiny first step in conquering the invading dark. Spit catches in your throat when the gentle hum of your music is broken by a loud bang. Even as you find the beaded string, fear clutches your heart in a vice-grip. You snap the pull chain switch down. The lamp doesn’t turn on.

A second bang breaks your concentration and this time you throw your headphones off. It’s followed by another. Then another. And another. Until at last the wood gives with a shrill shriek and splinters. Accompanying the assault on the door is… singing? You strain to comprehend the words filtering through.

“One, two, Daddy’s coming for you,” Jongseong taunts. His song seeps under the threshold, melodic yet maniacal in its delivery.

Once again you try the light, yanking on the switch until it breaks. You curse under your breath before scrambling to find your phone. The room is a prison in the dark – it suffocates with the unknown. Unholy horrors lurk in every corner. There’s a sliver of light beaming through the fracturing door but it only heightens your fears, confirms the unbelievable.

Jongseong has fucking lost it.

“Three, four,” he continues, “Knocking. Down. Your. Door!”

Each word is emphasised with another bang until the door crashes to the floor with the final hit. A scream rips free of your throat as Jongseong clambers into the room. Feral in his anger, he kicks the door one last time for good measure. Light filters in around his heaving form.

Out of the corner of your eye you catch sight of your phone and lunge for it. It’s bitingly cold within your palm.

“Oh,” Jongseong laughs, wiping sweat off his forehead. He steps toward you, a million-dollar smile spreading across his face. “Did I wake you, princess?”

Bright blue light burns your eyes as you wake your phone. You’re met with a lockscreen. With every letter you press, Jongseong draws closer. Your fingers quiver and shake, selecting all the wrong keys. Backspacing, you try again.

Incorrect Password Entered.

His sigh hangs heavy in the room, the sound too close for comfort. Closing your eyes, you try again.

Another rejection.

It isn’t until he’s standing before you, third failed attempt mocking as it flashes across the screen, that you crack. Tears warm your cheeks. You don’t even fight him when he slips the phone out of your hand and pockets it. He follows as you slump to the floor, never stooping all the way down to your level but leaving no space to breathe air free of his scent. A fine layer of expensive cologne coats your throat. It’s made permanent as you swallow down a broken sob; a taste you’ll never escape.

There’s a fire burning within him. It’s all-consuming, devouring his every emotion until all that remains is blackened char. And it’s tangible - you feel it when his skin meets yours. He’s a furnace in need of its next meal. He burned through all he had and now he wants what’s left of you, too.

“Why are you crying, princess?”

Wetness smears across your cheek and a small voice inside worries that his touch might generate steam. How can it not? His mere presence is a heatwave.

“You’ve been missing me, haven’t you?”

Without lifting your head away from the safety of your legs, you defy him. A mistake, if the sheen of sweat lining your palms is anything to go by. Jay hates when you disobey. He’d never say so in such plain words, of course. He’d hide the truth behind a veneer of glamour and allure. Dressing it up pretty, he’d contort the meaning until it suited him, until the amalgamation of his creation pleased him.

But the room is dark. Too dark to see a diamond’s glint, too dark to fall for his charm.

“No,” you whisper against your better judgement.

Blunt nails dig into the tender flesh of your calves and you bite down on your yelp. With an unyielding grip he pulls your legs out from under your hunched form. Inch by inch you unfurl until you’re laid flat beneath him, his body blotting out the living room’s weak light. He takes up the whole space with his presence.

The wooden floor shakes as he smacks a hand down beside your face. Fresh tears escape the corners of your eyes and you blink them away, will them to disappear before he sees the effect he has on you. The other arm soon follows, his elbow trapping you from the left side while his fingers linger above, readying to pin your head down at a moment’s notice.

“I’m sorry, princess, I didn’t quite catch that.” His body dips closer, close enough to burn, and his words dance around your throat in warning. “You missed me, didn’t you?”

Shame floods your system as your head jerks down, both a show of agreement and an act of submission. It’s easier to give in than to fight. Fighting only leads to more broken doors and crushed hopes. Dawn will come and he’ll shine once more, bright and blinding in the light, a diamond to be treasured. He’s desired even amongst the wives of his friends, elevating you to the status of envied.

Aren’t you just the luckiest gal?

“I want to hear you say it.”

He leaves no room between you, his breath hot on your lips. Sucking down his exhalation you choke on the mere scraps of oxygen left behind. Always in control, even of the air you breathe. It burns in your lungs and you gasp, desperate for more, but your place will always be second to him. He takes his fill then offers what’s left, and you gulp it down. It tastes like a miracle as it passes through your system.

“I missed… you.”

The final word is a croak and darkness be damned, you see the disdain twitching across his features. You’re a mess, a disgrace, an embarrassment, but he keeps you around out of love or pity.

“How could you not after sending off such an attention-seeking message like that?” Patting your hair down, he chuckles. “Next time just sit still, listen, and apologise. Is that too much to ask?”

Jagged inhalations quicken the bounce of your chest, panic seeping into your veins. Black spots tease the edge of your vision and you chase them until your head lolls to the side. If dawn could just break, if it could just bask his skin in a single ray of light, your Jay would return to you – handsome, smooth, beguiling.

A joint in your neck snaps painfully as your head is wrestled back within his gravity. Your cheeks depress under his iron grip. There is no fairytale ending, no timely rise of the sun to cast away his demons. Locked in conflicting fear and hatred, your hand clenches, nail digging into the plush flesh until the rebellion fades and defeat resounds through every muscle.

“I’m scared,” you say, voice dying before you can finish your truth.

The kiss you share is oblivious, his pride too great to acknowledge the two words left unspoken.

of you.

“I know you are–”

I’m scared of you, Jongseong.

“–but you have nothing to worry about.”

The monster waiting in the dark is you.

“Princess,” he says, his tender voice ringing out in triumph. “Daddy’s not going anywhere.”

And you swallow the thought deep, suppressing it until a smile emerges in its stead.

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liliesformingi · 2 months ago

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"much love, laufey" - a mini series by @liliesformingi. view series masterlist, and outline here.

7. 'misty' - wooyoung x reader “look at me, i'm as helpless as a kitten up a tree.”

author's note: boy oh boy i need a love like this

From the second he’d caught your eye from across the crowded room, you felt every single nerve ending in your body melt like a jar of warm honey, sensation and common sense and any train of thought, finished or otherwise, oozing from your consciousness. Sticky, sweet and so addictive.

It had only been a small smile, maybe a wink.

It didn’t matter that you’d spent the past four years of your life together as a couple. It didn’t matter that the necklace hanging down your collarbone had been a gift for your first anniversary; silver, pearls and tiny white diamonds, dripping like starlight down your skin. No, it didn’t matter that you were his.

You still felt so overwhelmed with love in his presence, just by mere observation.

You weren’t paying attention to the conversation you were in anymore. Hell, you were probably the worst hostess in the universe. But the lights were dim, the moon was glowing through the window, and Jung Wooyoung, the love of your life, was mere metres across the room from you. Your guests were happy enough to entertain themselves. You needed to entertain yourself.

As soon as you appeared by his side, his focus immediately shifted from the smalltalk he was making with Choi San about business strategies. A hand slipped around your waist, fingers gently kneading themselves into the soft flesh of your hips. Your skin was warm, scented with musk and amber. Familiar. And your heartbeat began to settle, slowing to a less frantic rhythm, one that synced with the chest beside yours.

You slipped your fingers into his, silver rings colliding against each other. He rubbed gentle circles into your palm, and the moment he found a pause in the conversation, he excused himself.

In a fit of lovesick giggles, Wooyoung led you to the balcony outside your shared bedroom. The wind was chilly, but you were wrapped in his embrace before you could complain. He held you close, lips ghosting your neck and collarbone.

“Missed you,” you mumbled, eyes sparkling in the moonlight.

“Even from just across the room?” he teased, but his actions proved he’d missed your presence just as much as you had. His hands slipped to your waist, and the two of you swayed softly, the muffled sound of jazz from the party seeping through the doorway to the balcony.

The rest of the city was dark, aside from a few lit up windows. The wind blew, the buildings sparkled, and you felt every inch of your body fizz from head to toe, as if your veins pumped champagne instead of blood.

“I’m so lucky to have you . . . you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, you know that, right? There’s nobody else I’d ditch a party for, let alone one I’m hosting. Nobody else I’ve felt this way for.”

“You talk a lot, my love,” you said, smiling up at him. “I know. I’m even luckier to have you.”

His eyes shifted into crescents, and you trailed your finger down his jawline adoringly.

You took a moment to admire Wooyoung; his warm, chocolate-brown eyes, the single freckle under his lower lashes, his habit of running his hands through his hair, his lips, the plumpest, most beautifully rose-tinted lips you’d ever seen.

He looked like an angel.

Now, in a silky black shirt and tailored slacks, his soft brown hair tousled, eyes sleepy from the lateness of the evening and the smear of your burgundy lipstick on his left cheek, he looked perfect. It was enough to send you into another fit of overwhelming adoration for the boy you called your own, enough to set all your senses on fire and let the blood run through your body like stardust.

He pressed a kiss to your lips and ran a hand through your hair, holding you steady against his chest.

It had always been easy with Wooyoung. You’d always felt electrified, a buzz that was familiar and comforting.

When you told him things, he never contradicted you, questioned you, asked you why, how, when. He would nod slowly, wipe the tears from your cheeks, rub your shoulders, kiss your cheeks, lips, forehead, nose.

Whilst your love adored to talk, to express every single thing he felt for you in word after word, he also knew when actions were all that was needed.

You didn’t necessarily believe in soulmates.

You didn’t believe in the kind of love that could just walk in and make itself at home in your heart, even if you were to never, ever see them again. The kind of love that just appeared after moments of longing.

Whatever had happened to you and Wooyoung, it was long built up. Catching each other staring, quick kisses to the cheek whenever you left the house, and nights like these.

Maybe this was the kind of love you’d been waiting for.

Maybe? No, this was what you’d been waiting for.

Helpless in his gaze, the kind of vulnerability that you found so much comfort in around him.

“Why did we host this party?” you asked quietly, arms slung loosely around his waist and face pressed into his chest.

“For you, my love,” he replied, eyes sparkling.

“But nothing’s happened,” you said in confusion, looking up at him. The glint in his eye brightened, and he gently pried your body off him.

“Not yet,” he smiled, kneeling down on one knee.

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ramshackle-lost-n-found · 1 month ago

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We are on the faesite, what do you think? >:3

Anywhizzle, could you find some wholesome Cater x Reader fics? The tag is flooded with yandere stuff, and it's pretty annoying. I just want cute things. And maybe a blood ritual or two(joke)

-Fae Speaking Anon (Hi again 👋)

i'll be careful of mushroom rings around Ramshackle 🙀

for now, i bring Cater fics (and hcs) 🙂‍↕️

a bouquet and scored dates by siren-serenity

"i made you soup because i love you" by parad-ice-lostandfound

hit the town by solomonish

fem cater with a camera shy reader by cloudcountry

picture perfect by solxamber — two

cater fluff hcs by iheartmalewives

cater diamond masterlist by cheapshrimpysheep

unconscious things they do for you by pomefioredove

w an s/o who wears alternative makeup by linawritestwst — two

melt by ceruleancattail — two, three, four, five, six

hear it from me by crow-stars

in which cater plans a candlelight dinner for your anniversary by wolken-himmel — two

so, i blushed by italoniponic

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for some reason whenever i see your anon tag, Curses by The Crane Wives starts playing in my head. maybe it's the fae vibes you bring (pls don't take Grim)

enjoy! 😸

#r. lost n found #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #cater diamond x reader #fae speaking anon #i fear fem cater is making me feel things #cater likers and enjoyers ily

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eclipixels · 2 years ago

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Roses

Coriolanus Snow x Reader

Content: Short fluffy blurb on all the times Coryo gave you roses

[560 words]

The first time Coriolanus got you roses was when you were both 13.

You'd been going to the academy together and inevitably grown a bit close over the years. It was your birthday that day, and while everyone else gave extravagant gifts that their families could afford, all Coriolanus could give was a simple plain white rose. He was nervous, a bit ashamed that he couldn't give anything more to his best friend.

But, to his surprise, you were ecstatic. He still fondly remembers the way your eyes lit up and you threw your arms around his neck. With your face buried in his chest, a lasting impression was etched in Coriolanus's memory, marking the inception of deeper thoughts about your connection. That was the first day he started thinking about you.

The second time Coriolanus gave you roses was on your first unofficial date.

He showed up outside your window in the evening as the sun just set. He asked you to sneak out with him and with an anxious heart, you agreed. You didn't know where he was taking you, but that didn't matter. You trusted him.

"Coryo, where are we?" You giggled, his hands covering your eyes with the few steps you took. You could hear the chirping of crickets and a distant muttering of people.

"Just a few more seconds... now! Open your eyes," he grinned, observing the fascination on your face as the night sky burst into a kaleidoscope of colors. However, he personally found the way the hues painted your skin more beautiful than any firework display.

"By the way, I grabbed some flowers from my grandma'am's garden. I hope you like them," Coriolanus awkwardly reveals, pulling out two roses from his coat. Bandages adorned his fingers, evidence of the thorns that pricked him during the collection. You stood in silence, your hair tousled by the breeze, caught in the moment with a racing heart, appreciating the heartfelt gesture.

"Y/n?" he asked, a hint of confusion and concern in his voice, wondering why your silence lingered. Did he come off as weird? Was he overdoing it?

Following the whispers of your heart, you closed the gap between you two.

The third time he gave you roses was on your 2 year anniversary.

You woke up bright and early to bouquet of roses sitting in front of your door with a little handwritten note. You smiled, smelling the scent. It was so similar to his own. At this point, you associated the two with each other. Roses are Coriolanus Snow. And Coriolanus snow is Roses.

"Sorry I can't be there to greet you this morning, my love. I have to get back to the academy for mentoring, but I plan to take you out to dinner this evening. Wear the dress Tigris made for you.

XX Coryo"

The most recent time he gave you roses was when he asked you to marry him.

It was cliche. Petals scattered the path leading to a willow tree, and he somehow rounded up white doves to flutter around. As he knelt down on one knee, a single rose emerged from his coat, its fragrance mingling with the air. In his grasp, a stunning diamond ring glistened. With bated breath, he spoke those timeless four words that carry the weight of an eternity.

"Will you marry me?"

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duskier · 1 year ago

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Fem Gaz is the type to call you her wife looonnnnnnnggggggg before you’re engaged because she just loves you and it brings her joy to imagine her life so intertwined with yours.

Fem Soap does it because she is a u-haul lesbian just being held back by you and/or her commanding officers (they just don’t want to do the paperwork for spousal support and what not when y’all haven’t even dated a month yet) (she blames it on being catholic. It’s not. She’s just a freak who wants her wife to fuck day in and day out)

Fem Price only does it in her head, but she started doing it ok like the second date and is just waiting for her costumized ring order to come through. She’s gonna a ring on your finger and a baby in your belly before the second year anniversary if it kills her.

Fem ghost does it because she owns you (and you own her).

Anon please know you own my heart for this ask... you get me....

Gaz has you in her phone as your wife- little diamond ring emoji next to it and everything. Literally before you hit your six-month anniversary. She calls you it every chance she gets- when you call, she flashes that dazzling smile to those around her saying, "oh, its my wife, gotta take this-"

-and when she makes dinner reservations at restaurants you couldn't dream to afford she puts it under Mrs. & Mrs. Garrick- possessive woman who can't stop thinking about how your first name goes so well with her last name.

-Whenever she comes home there is something so simultaneously arousing and heartwarming to see how your lives have inextricably merged- your toothbrushes in the same cup, your dresser next to hers, even finding your hair on her clothes when she's back on active duty. Seeing your names next to each others on legal documents, whew, it makes her dizzy- filing taxes takes twice the time because she keeps stopping to kiss on your neck.

-Gaz isn't about owning you, or you owning her. It is that solidified partnership. A mutual agreement set in stone, an unbreakable vow, all consuming.

Soap literally is fucking you on the second date (is it even a date- she was set to fly back to base and instead she's cutting it close to making her flight in time because she just had to see you again before she left) and rambling about how you'll love meeting her family this Christmas. Sweaty bodies pressed together and she's musing about a summer wedding while she makes you cum on her fingers. (Fucks your brain out with her strap promising to make an honest woman of you someday soon, make you her bride, G-d as her witness- she misses her flight.)

-GENUINELY when you meet her team for the first time they all have to give you a talk. Please, please, keep your girl on a leash and PLEASE do NOT marry Soap no matter what. They already found a ring in her bags and you've been together maybe three months. (She keeps buying you rings. Says they are promise rings. This is a lie.)

-She takes you to a bar near base and wow... weird... everyone here already knows about you, knows your face. Weirder though they don't know your name- just, "Hey, Johnny's wife is here!" Apparently every time she gets hammered here, she takes out her phone and talks about you to anyone who is willing to listen.

Price plans it all out. You say something innocuous on the second date that settles it for her- you're the one. If Soap is playing sloppy checkers with her girlfriend trying to get her to marry, Price is playing chess with you- and she's always four steps ahead. She keeps it to herself that she calls you her wife, sure, but it doesn't stop her from whispering it to you in your sleep. Kissing your head and saying, "Good morning, my pretty wife."

-She convinces you to be the U-hauler between you. She's got a gorgeous, big house that's vacant most of the year anyways- why not move in? Rent free, it is too good to be true. And if you catch yourself playing housewife, because she can't cook or clean properly to save her life, what's the big deal? She's just so tired when she comes home, pretty eyes full of gratitude when you take care of her. (Before you know it she's got you barefoot and pregnant, fully moved into her house, your wedding photos hung above the fireplace. You wouldn't have it any other way, watching her during her time off painting the nursery.)

Ghost absolutely knows it makes you MELT when she calls you her wife. People always ask, but she knows the hold she's got on you doesn't rely upon government notes or any fancy ceremony. Ghost never really cared to be married, in all honesty. But she sees your eyes brighten when people ask about a wedding, how you look up at her with hope in your eyes. She gets a little dizzy suddenly at the idea of setting her claim on you in stone.

-Genuinely, she broaches the subject when she's fucking you- watches your eyes roll back in your head when she growls out, asking, "You gonna be my pretty little wife, then?" Doesn't let you cum until you agree, tears in your eyes while you're gasping out yes, yes.

#noel.haps #ghost x reader #price x reader #soap x reader #gaz x reader #fem ghost #fem soap #fem gaz #fem price #anon i love you so much for this genuinely let me give u the world

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insomniac4000 · 1 year ago

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Right Person Wrong Time A Willne fic

Will sat there, his blue eyes brimming with tears as he stared at the photo. You were there, big smile on your face, eyes listening, nails manicured to perfection as the diamond and sapphire ring sat on your forth finger of your left hand you held up so proudly. The problem? The man in the photo next to you wasn’t him. He was tall and with dark hair but that was where the similarities ended, his eyes were dark not only in colour but Will always thought there was a dark tone to them and he didn’t like the way he was holding your left wrist in the photo, it was possessive in nature like he was telling the whole world to back off, it was like it was a specific message to Will to leave you alone.

The first time you had introduced Will to David it was a polite meeting but awkward, it would have been obvious to anyone else that the pair took an immediate dislike to each other but were putting aside their differences for you. That was only eight months ago, a month before Will and Mia broke up and now only eight months later you two were engaged, it was moving quick, too quick for Will’s liking but he knew he had to be the supportive friend, the role he had played to you since you first met at uni.

“Come ‘ere,” Will managed to say when you had come home after your weekend away where the engagement took place. He opened his arms and you fell into them giggling, still on a high from all the excitement.

“All we need to do now is find someone for you, we’re thinking of getting married in December so you’ve got a little while to find a date,” you explained to him as the pair of you let go of the hug and made your way to the sofa.

“December?” Will asked his voice going a little high.

“I know, I know it’s soon but David said it’s doable.”

“I thought you always wanted to get married in summer,” Will replied crossing one of his long limbs over the other, his grey tracksuit bottoms riding up his ankles as he did so.

“I did, but David said doing it on our first anniversary would be sweet, and he doesn’t want to wait,” you shrugged.

“What about what you want?” Will asked. For the past few months he had grown tired of watching you bow down to David’s every whim. He knew he didn’t like David but this was more than that, he had slowly started seeing you change and he was worried for you, he had never thought David was right for you and now other people were starting to see the same thing which had only increased his worry, it had proved it wasn’t just Will’s dislike of David clouding his mind there was something happening and it only increased his concern.

“It’ll be fine, it’s just a compromise,” you explained fiddling with your hair, a habit you had since you were very young.

“Y/N a compromise means you both have to give up something. Look I’m not going to dictate anything to you but it just seems to be you’re the one giving up stuff more. You’re moving in with him even though that means giving up your dog, now he’s planning the wedding? Something just makes me feel really uneasy,” Will told you earnestly. You looked at your lap in embarrassment, Hercules was your six year old black Labrador whom you adopted four years ago. David had managed to convince you it was the best thing for you to move into his rented home rather than he move into your house which you owned, you can’t remember how it made more sense to do this but it did. The saddest part was there was a no pets rule so in a couple of weeks time Hercules was moving in with Will.

“If you’re having second thoughts about taking him then I can make other arrangements..” you suggested causing Will to shake his head furiously.

“No, I’d much rather have him here where you can see him and know he will be looked after, I just think it’s sad you’re having to give him up,” Will told you in earnest, you nodded in both understanding and in agreement as you let out a small sigh. Your life had changed so much in the last few weeks, you remember pleading with David to let you keep him, you had even argued about it, in trying to make it up to you he had booked a last minute get away to the Maldives which is where he ended up proposing. Your mind was in a spin, you had so much you needed to do and sort out and very little time in which to do it in, you didn’t know whether you were coming or going most of the time now and spent a lot of your days confused. Usually it was spending time with your friends including Will which gave you some much needed down time but right in this moment you were feeling more confused than ever.

You had cut that visit short, you genuinely had a headache but there was also a slight discomfort being on Will’s sofa that you hadn’t felt before. It was a mix of feeling there was something wrong with you being there mixed with not feeling as welcome as you had before but you couldn’t put your finger on it. Really you had mainly gone there to pick up Hercules as Will was looking after him during your break. When you got to your house you were a little surprised to see David sitting on the sofa on his laptop, he had told you he was going to work most of the day so assumed he would be at his own flat.

“Hey babe, great news,” David smiled. You frowned at the sight of his feet with his brown shoes on resting on your coffee table, it was one that you had picked up from Marketplace and had antiqued yourself. You house was small, two bedrooms and one bathroom but it was yours. You had scrimped hard to gather enough money together to buy it and you had a hobby of making furniture and interiors unique so everything in that house meant a lot to you, now you were thinking about it you were very sad that you were going to have to say goodbye to all of it.

“What?” You asked clipping off Hercules’ lead before sitting down next to him, you tapped his legs in an attempt that he would get the hint and place his feet down but he never did.

“I’ve found our wedding venue, although the only date they had was November 20th which is a little earlier than planned but we’ll sort it all out.”

“What?” You managed to choke out, to say you were in shock was an understatement, you had only been engaged for less than twenty four hours and hadn’t even talked about potential venue ideas.

“It’s the country club a friend of my uncle owns, I didn’t want to wait considering we want to get married so soon, it’s an old family friend so we can get a great deal but still need a deposit to secure the date.”

“David, please PLEASE tell me you didn’t put a deposit down?” You asked, you ran your hand down your face as you watched his mouth slightly twitch into a scowl. A country club would be way down on your list of places you wanted to get married, not that you had anything against them say but you preferred old buildings, or something a little bit different, something with character.

“Why wouldn’t I?” David replied nonchalantly not seeing the problem.

“I would like to think we would make big decisions like that together!” You exclaimed raising your voice a little, you were angry and hurt. All of the excitement over the engagement had just washed away from you, it was like all of the fun, joy and anticipation had been taken away from you.

“Well I’d like to think that my fiancée would be a bit more fucking grateful I’m actually helping out instead of sitting on my arse!” David snapped back, causing you to physically step back a little, you had never heard him that angry before and in your opinion he didn’t have a right to be.

The following day Will made his way into the office, he was filming with James which he loved, despite the challenges that came with it but he was struggling to muster up any excitement.

“Hey man, how are you?” James asked with a concerned look on his face as the northerner walked in and slammed his backpack on the desk.

“Fine,” the Geordie sighed but the musician frowned and placed a hand on Will’s shoulder.

“I saw on social media. How are you doing?”

“I was okay, she came over to get her dog and she was just so different, he’s going to control every aspect of that wedding and then her life and then I’m never going to see her again.” Will sighed in despair.

“Do you really think he’s that bad a person?” James asked, he had only met the guy once and although David seemed a bit stuck up there were no major red flags.

“He’s making her give up her dog James, the guy’s a prick. Let’s film this video,” Will added sadly taking off his hoodie to start the shoot.

Everyone in the office was worried about Will, from Mikey and Orlaith whom he saw for multiple hours a day, to Jim who saw him once a week when he travelled up to film, to other people he shared the office building with such as Chris, Theo and Chip. On multiple occasions Chris asked Will to go out with him to see if they could get him a girl and he could forget all about you but Will never took it up. Will was honest when he went onto The Fella’s podcast and said all he did was go to work, go home and watch the TV. His mind was always clouded by you, mostly the thought was were you okay as he had a feeling that deep down you weren’t happy, and Lord knew he was miserable. The two of you had met first year of uni in the halls, he had the room opposite you. He was a hapless eighteen year old who didn’t know much of anything, you taught him to cook just a few basic recipes but it stopped him from living off kebabs and vodka. When you had to move out of halls the two of you moved into a house share together with two other friends but Will then broke your heart when he announced he wasn’t going to pursue his degree anymore. The two of you had one drunken kiss one night but when the two of you both admitted it was a mistake and you were better off friends in order to save face and that was that. Will then got a girlfriend and from that moment the pair of you had never been single at the same time. When Will got with Mia you honestly had thought that was it, they had drifted apart a couple of months before the split but by that point you had started to date David and you assumed that they would get back together. The moping shocked you a little as you had never seen Will like that before but little did you know Will wasn’t just mourning his relationship with Mia, he was also starting to mourn his friendship with you.

Will sighed when he heard a knock on the door, it was seven pm so he assumed it was some kids messing about or something wanting to sell something, the sound of the football match flowing in the background, Will wasn’t sure what the score was or who was even playing, his mind too preoccupied with other things. His phone buzzed, to his surprise he saw your name flash up, he scrambled off his sofa when he read the words ‘it’s me I’m outside’.

He opened the door, the rain hammering down causing your hair to be stuck to the side of your face, Hercules was by your side and similarly soggy.

“Come in out the cold, what’s happened?” Will asked rushed, noticing the suitcase by your other side.

“We had an argument. Will…” you started but couldn’t continue as you watched the tall man walk straight over to the kitchen. He placed the kettle on before shuffling to the bathroom, not a minute later he reappeared with two towels, throwing one in your direction before placing the other one over Hercules who thanks Will with a good shake.

“Did he hurt you?” Will asked not looking at you once, he couldn’t take it if you said yes and he could see something.

“No, well he grabbed my wrists to try and stop me from leaving,” you explained. If Will wasn’t touching your dog right now he would have balled his fists up, you continued to talk after some silence, it being evident Will wasn’t going to fill it.

“You were right Will. He’s all wrong for me, he tried to tell me it was because you were jealous but I don’t care of that’s true or not. He organised the whole wedding without me, I can’t believe I almost let him give up Hercules, I mean how stupid can I be,” you started wail, you weren’t just upset you were angry at yourself. The mullet haired man embraced you as quick as he could, the pair of you stood there swaying from side to side for a while enjoying each other’s company. You two hadn’t hugged like that since your grandmother had died.

Very few words were exchanged that night, one of the things they really treasured about their friendship was they could be in each other’s company and know exactly what the other person wanted. The spare room was offered without question, tea was drank and coffee was purchased the next morning. You thanked Will as the pair of you sipped your beverages, hot for you and cold for him.

“Can I ask you a question?” Will proposed as he swivelled in his seat to face you.

“Shoot,” you replied giving him a small smile, so much had happened over the past few days all you wanted to do was cry but you were determined to keep a smile on your face, it was just who you are.

“You said yesterday that you didn’t care if I was jealous of that arsehole or not, I just want to know what you meant?” Will felt guilty for doing so but the thing that made him up most of the night was because he was playing that part of the sentence over and over in his head, he needed to know.

“It’s not important,” you shrugged it off taking another sip of your coffee.

“It is to me. I know I was right about him but I have to be honest, part of me was jealous,” Will admitted sighing, he felt like he was going to burst if he kept it in much longer. Your eyes widened and jaw dropped as you took in the information.

“Why are you telling me this now?” You exclaimed, you’d had enough of men lying to you and using you and never thought Will would be part of that list.

“Because I’m a selfish bastard and can’t wait until you meet someone new and I go through all of this heartache again. I’m also a gentlemen and know you’re far from in the position to go down the road again, I just need you to know.” There was silence after Will spoke which was deafening to him.

“If only you had told me this five fucking years ago. You’re right Will, I need some time to get over all of this, but when I do you’ll be the first person I call,” you said placing a hand on his knee. The right time will come.

#agnst with a happy ending #willne #willne x reader #will lenney

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theroyalsims · 1 year ago

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ROYAL WEDDING: WHICH TIARA WILL ANYA WEAR?

Aside from guessing which designer has been tapped to make Anya's dress, people are also taking bets on which tiara she'll wear on her big day!

The recent banquet only intensified people's curiosity over which tiara Anya will be wearing for her wedding. That's not exactly an easy decision to make, considering HRH has quite a lot of tiaras at her disposal. So here's a quick look at some of the sparklers that we *might* see atop HRH's head come her much-awaited wedding day. We split the tiaras under four categories: The Favourites, The Diamonds, The Necklaces, and The Emeralds, plus a bonus category!

THE FAVOURITES

The Brindleton Foliage Tiara

The diamond and ruby piece was given a rebirth by Queen Emilia when she dusted it off and had it repaired and slightly altered. The tiara, considered a blood princess tiara, can only be worn by blood princesses. It's been a hot minute since Her Majesty has worn the piece, and it's now perhaps more associated with The Crown Princess.

The Stafford Tiara

The impressive tiara, which features a graduating scroll motif, is an 18th birthday present by the Stafford Royal Family to the Crown Princess. Personally dubbed as "her favourite," HRH has worn it through the years, and she even wore it for her official portrait a few years ago. We won't be surprised if HRH picks this stunner for her royal wedding!

THE DIAMONDS

The Brindleton Comb Tiara

The Brindleton Comb Tiara is one of the most unique and versatile pieces in the royal collection. The all-diamond diadem is composed of three individual combs. Each can be worn individually, or they can be locked into place to form the tiara. HRH has worn it a couple of times, and she seems to prefer to wear all three combs in one go, making it seem like she has a halo of diamonds that goes all around her head.

Brindleton-Rennaux Tiara

Speaking of versatile, the latest tiara to join HRH's collection is also quite customisable, thanks to its removable central diamond, which can be replaced with accompanying "extra" stones. The piece has garnered the nickname "Brindleton-Rennaux Tiara." It was commissioned by Prince Jacques for Anya's thirtieth birthday. The diamonds used for the piece were derived from the private collection of Prince Jacques' mother, the late Queen Theodora of Rennaux.

THE NECKLACES

The Queen Astrid Necklace Tiara

This all-diamond tiara was an anniversary present to Queen Astrid (Anya's maternal great-grandmother) from her husband, King Frederik. It was originally meant to be a necklace, however, the late Queen commissioned the royal jewellers to transform it in such a way that it could be worn as a headpiece, too. The Crown Princess has worn the tiara twice - at Princess Katrine of Arendahl's wedding, and more recently during last week's Selvadoradan Banquet.

The Debonne Tiara

Another necklace-cum-tiara Anya seems to love is the Debonne Tiara. The piece was a present from Lady Amarie Debonne to the late Queen Astrid. It features a dainty floral motif, which includes diamonds and pearls. The headpiece is set in yellow gold and it matches Anya's engagement ring perfectly! HRH has also worn this tiara twice - first during her state visit to Tartosa, and she also wore it for her engagement photoshoot.

THE EMERALDS

Queen Ophelia’s Birthday Tiara

This now-iconic tiara was a birthday present from King Leopold to his wife, Queen Ophelia. The piece is also very flexible, and can be worn with emerald pendants, pearl pendants, worn with just the diamond hoops. The Crown Princess has donned it a handful of times, and should she wear it for her wedding, it would be a wonderful way to honour her grandmother.

Brindleton Lace Tiara

According to Brindleton customs, brides are encouraged to wear emeralds on her wedding day for good luck, so The Brindleton Lace Tiara definitely fits the bill! It forms part of the Brindleton Emerald Parure, and most people probably remember it as the tiara that Anya "stole" from her sister Eleanore during the latter's wedding a couple of years ago. Whether or not Anya will be petty enough to wear it to her own wedding, guess we're going to have to wait and see!

Queen Emilia's Birthday Tiara

This meaningful diadem that features a large central emerald was an 18th birthday present from King Leopold to his daughter, then Crown Princess Emilia. Through the years, many royal heads have worn the tiara including Crown Princes Anya herself. There's a chance Anya might choose this as her wedding tiara given its relevance and history, and of course, as a way to honour her mum.

BONUS CATEGORY: THE HONOURABLE MENTIONS

While some say that brides should not wear pearls because their tear-shaped appearance symbolises tears to be shed due to a sad marriage, others claim that pearls are good luck and signify a fruitful and successful union. Some pearl tiaras that could be worn by Anya include The Queen Astrid Diamond and Pearl Tiara (L), which she wore to her visit to Selvadorada; The Brindleton Bow Pearl and Diamond Tiara (C) which features an array of suspended teardrop pearls; and the Brindleton Clam Tiara (R), which HRH once wore in an official portrait.

Of course, Anya could surprise us all and pull out a long-unseen tiara from deep within the royal vaults, or even a newly-commissioned piece for her wedding day! Either way, we're quite certain it'll be a stunner, just like all the other tiaras HRH has worn in the past.

One thing's certain, though. All this tiara talk has us desperate for more royal wedding updates!

#ts4 #theroyalsims #ts4 simblr #simblr #ts4 royal simblr #royal simblr #ts4 royals #ts4 royalty #ts4 royal family #ts4 royal story #ts4 royal legacy #mystory #anya #royal wedding #ts4 tiaras #tiara

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voidandabyssal · 10 months ago

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Hihi! I was hoping to put in a reqest?

In this, may I ask for underrale bros, underfell, and horrortale? (Underswap to if yiu are willing to do them)

In this, they have been dating reader(Female or male) for about 5-6 years, and they have been comfortable. Reader decided on the 7th anniversary that they go somewhere romantic. (Like Rome, Pairs, etc.) And when it's the last night there, BOOM! The Propose. No warning, no message, nothing. They made sure it was perfect to. Lights, music, favorite foods, perfect.

How will they act? Will they reject the reader or accept?

Hehe this is cute!!

Also I only do four characters per request, so I kept it to that

Red (uf sans):

Funnily enough, red had been working up the nerve to propose to you the entire trip.

He had kept the box tucked away in his back pocket. Every time he reached for it, something seemed to go wrong

Well, either that, or he suddenly just lost the courage to pop the question.

So when you do propose, red breathes a sigh of relief. Though he is a little embarrassed that you’re the one doing it and not him.

Of course he also accepts. He sweeps you up into a bear hug and kisses you

He’s pretty shocked you managed to organise those whole thing without him noticing

Red isn’t going to admit it, but he is incredibly excited for all the wedding planning (ngl he is the bridezilla out of the two of you)

Edge (uf papyrus):

First of all, congratulations on managing to surprise him. Edge is very rarely caught off guard.

But seeing you down on one knee, ring in hand, his mind goes blank

For a moment he stands there not speaking, his mouth dropped open in shock before he quickly sweeps you off your feet

Not one to be stood up, Edge quickly grabs the ring he had bought for you, and had planned to propose with and slips it on your finger as he kisses you

This is truly going to be one of Edges favourite memories. He’ll insist on enjoying as much time together that night

Ignore him if he gets a little weepy! Ignore the tears! They aren’t real! In fact they are a figment of your imagination!!

biggest bridezilla out of these four. Edge is a menace to your poor wedding planner

Axe (ht sans):

Axe can be pretty clueless at times, a traumatic skull injury will do that to you. So he’s pretty much kept completely in the dark

You probably organised this to be somewhere familiar to him, maybe where you first met, Grillbys bar, even just your home

Somewhere safe and welcoming, where Axe doesn’t constantly feel watched or threatened

The moment you propose to Axe is the best moment of his life

Years of survival and suffering all worth it for this one moment

He pulls you in to kiss you. A loud rumbling purr emanates from his chest as he nuzzles at you.

Every time he looks down and spots the ring on his finger he’s enveloped with love. Axe always go searching for you right after for kisses and cuddles

Get ready for a few very affectionate and loving couple of weeks

Honestly you could have proposed to him with a ring pop and he would treat it like it was the biggest most sparkling diamond he had ever seen

Crooks (ht papyrus):

Crooks had a sneaking suspicion you were up to something

You had employed Axe to help you organise everything. Sadly Axe isn’t the hardest or most helpful worker around.

So some things got left lying in plain sight, including the engagement box of all things

Crooks decides to play dumb, let you sort out whatever you’re doing

The moment you propose is pure magic

Crooks bursts into tears, sobbing out a very loud “YES” as he lets you put the ring on his finger

Seeing the giant skeleton break down into tears, you feared he was going to reject you

So it was a relief to have him pull you into a kiss

You have to convince him to not haul you to the courthouse right then and there. Crooks would get married under any circumstances, even if you can’t afford a lavish wedding. Crooks is just so glad to spend the rest of his life with his soulmate

#its been a while since I’ve written anything #universitys a bit of a brain drain tbh #but i’m back and on (semi) track!#undertale #undertale au #sans x reader #undertale headcanons #voidimagines #papyrus x reader

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purplesigebert · 1 year ago

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WIP Wednesday #26 - DW Crossover

Hey everyone, as it's my birthday, I think I should give Caroline a break. @sergeantpixie said that Caroline needed a spa day; she's correct.

Let's meet Taylor Caroline at Midnight.

This was her happy place.

Whenever things went wrong, she was stressed, or there was inevitable Mystic Falls drama, and Caroline needed to escape - she always went to the leisure planet Midnight.

Today was no different, and the staff at the spa knew it. Caroline didn’t even have to say anything; they just booked her the works. A blowout, manicure, pedicure, full body massage, a facial with ground up diamonds from the planet, there was an eye mask to keep diamonds from getting in her eyes.

With all the danger that had recently taken place in town, she felt the need to take control of her life, even by doing something dangerous. She recognized the habit that was starting to form, what with deciding to complete her homework assignment on WW1 in the muddy fields of Europe, instead of at the library. And the fact that there were now at least four different versions of herself running around London during the height of the Blitz. When traveling to Midnight, she made sure to set her vortex manipulator to a date prior to her first visit with her dad. The Midnight entity would be roaming around the planet, that was true, but not in the spa.

So it wasn’t like she was being totally reckless! Next time she was bringing Bekah with her. They could use some girl time.

In between all of the pointless plots and schemes of the past month (had it only been a month since Mikael died?) Caroline was having fun spending time with Rebekah and Kol. Sure, the novelty of pretending not to know each other had been great at first, but now it was just frustrating. It did give her (relative) immunity from Elijah in terms of pranks, the look on his face when he walked into his study, and found all of his documents out of order, and his carefully organized closet was priceless. It was a close second to the long game she played regarding his Bonfire Season presents in the fifteenth century; it would take a lot to top that.

But she missed Klaus. She missed him knowing her, knowing the real her. Five months ago, he was the one person who knew almost everything about her. Caroline sometimes thought she could see something in his eyes, when she wore the perfume he had given her, or the earrings that he had given her on their anniversary. She just didn’t know how to get his memories back. Well that wasn’t true, the Doctor would probably have the answer she needed but that would mean explain the Klaus of it all. She had already made a pro/con list about telling Klaus, and the pros outweighed the cons - like by a lot. It just came down to getting the courage to fight for what she wanted, and she wanted Klaus.

The sound of her phone ringing brought her out of her musings. Checking the caller ID, Caroline rolled her eyes and tossed it back into her bag. She wasn’t dealing with any Mystic Falls drama for at least the next week. Turning onto her stomach, Caroline contemplated where to go for dinner - oh who was she kidding? She knew she was going to end up at the anti-gravity restaurant. She had even brought her own bib!

#klaroline wip wed #i've accepted that the taylor references are going to be a thing #caroline forbes is absolutely a swiftie #klaroline #the vampire diaries #doctor who #dw crossover #klarowho #gabby writes #my writing

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sysakiddo · 2 years ago

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I am so insane about this AU I made a moodboard for it. If anyone knows how to make the quality unfucked, hit me up please. Èze bit is already halfway cooked. first part second part

"Do you usually take all of your interns here?" Daniel asks doubtfully. He is wearing a silk shirt under the blazer. On his hands, he is not only wearing the usual wedding band but four other diamond rings. The Harry Winston one, sapphire set in diamonds on his right ring finger, is his favourite. A gift from Max for their third anniversary. He wears it only for special occasions.

Max furrows his eyebrows when he sees it shining brightly in the restaurant's lights. A dinner with an intern is not a special occasion.

"Marais is the place for youngsters." Max shrugs. Daniel's answering laugh is too loud. It makes him cringe a little.

"Youngsters, oh my god, Maxy," he shakes his head disapprovingly. "You're too young to talk like this."

"Not again with the age talk." Max snaps, can't help but remember how Daniel looked in the dim light of their bedroom when he said China might be his last chance. "Besides, what's wrong with Marais? I thought you liked it."

Daniel looks like he belongs here, anyway, with his tanned skin and designer clothes.

Before he can answer, Max's phone beeps, and he stands up to find their guest in front of the restaurant. When they arrive at the table, she is shocked to see Daniel already sitting there.

"Your excellency," she says, her voice rough with nervousness. "I did not know you would be here."

Daniel smiles broadly, shaking her hand. "Please call me Daniel. I hope I won't be interrupting."

She blushes a bit, amazed. "No, of course not, your exce- Daniel, I mean." She sits down when Max pulls the chair for her. "I am Anne; it's a pleasure to meet you."

"Let's switch to English," Max proposes, even though Anne's French is immaculate. He doesn't like talking to Daniel in French, only connects it to work in his head.

Daniel knows this, but it doesn't stop him from smirking at Anne. "It's because he thinks my French sucks," he tells her, this time in English.

Max flips a page of the menu, not taking his eyes off it. "Don't take him too seriously," he tells Anne in Dutch. She keeps looking at them with wide eyes like she can't believe she had the luck to see this. She has heard many stories about them in the office and back home at uni, the rockstars of Parisian diplomatic life. Now, a bantering couple having dinner on a busy Friday night.

Daniel knows enough Dutch by now not to be sidetracked. "Oh, yes, Anne, please do not take me seriously at all! I am here only for the oysters and gossip."

Anne laughs lightly, closing the menu. "I fear I won't be very helpful in the gossip area."

"Oh no, I'd like to hear everything! Is he quite dreadful? Does he make you triple-check the daily update for the ministry? Do you still have to send him the media digest every morning? Did you know he subscribes to four different types of newspaper and refuses to go to bed without finishing the crossword in each of them?"

Max scoffs while Anne shakes her head. "No - I enjoy my tasks," she says, sneaking a look at Max. She doesn't want to seem like she is trying to kiss his ass. "I like that we actually get to do the real work. I mean, it's great to see that someone thinks I am able to do more than just take the minutes."

Daniel sees the soft blush coating her cheeks and looks at Max, who is smiling at her. He is shocked to see it's his genuine smile, not the one he uses at work.

"I heard those stories, yeah." he nods. Daniel doesn't like managing his interns, makes the chef of the protocol do it. Max, however, likes being close to his staff. Daniel privately thinks it's just a way to control them better.

"It's even worse as a woman, I think," she continues, more confidently now that they seem interested in what she has to say. "In Cairo, they wouldn't let us do anything else than make coffee and filter the mail. The ambassador told us only the men had access to the conference rooms."

Max furrows his brows, leaning closer to her subconsciously. "What?" he barks out.

The unexpected reaction makes her freeze. Daniel sees the moment when it dawns on her, a shadow setting on her face. She has never connected the dots, and it got away. She did not realize that the ambassador in Egypt shares a surname with her current boss.

Daniel clears his throat. "I wouldn't let my interns make me coffee, Anne, that's for sure. Nobody knows how to make it properly for me, not even my husband," he says with a big smile, kicking Max's foot under the table.

Max blinks, still waiting for more words to come out of Anne's mouth. The distraction doesn't work; both of them awkwardly quiet. The waiter comes out of nowhere as if he felt they needed something to save them from the sticky situation.

Daniel orders twelve oysters and only then Max snaps out of it. "You can't be fucking serious-" he mutters, kicking him back.

"I bet Anne will split with me, right?" he winks at her and she smiles thankfully, nodding. Thank you, she mouths while Max is ordering for himself.

Max can feel Daniel's phone vibrating in his pocket, the constant buzz audible even over the loud chatter in the background. Daniel makes no move to answer it. Instead, he moves to top up their glasses with more wine, smiling broadly at Anne. When he sits back down, he squeezes Max's knee, waiting until Max squeezes his hand back before moving it away.

Max insists they walk home after dinner. They are quiet for a while, the sounds of the streets distracting enough.

"You really like the kid," Daniel says eventually.

Max nods. "She asked me to be her mentor, actually." Daniel hums. The request is nothing extraordinary. Everyone wants to get mentored by the best. "I think I'm going to say yes."

Daniel raises an eyebrow at him, tonight full of surprises. He has never agreed to do that before.

"I also thought I would invite her to Èze with us. What do you think?"

"Èze?" he stutters, shocked. Èze is for the closest friends. And Charles, Max would always add begrudgingly. He would rather eat an oyster than count Charles into his 'closest friends circle'.

Max furrows his brows in confusion. "You don't like her?"

Daniel shakes his head. "You've never done this, that's all."

Max is walking a bit faster now, shrugging his shoulders. "I thought it would give me something to do, y'know. In Beijing or whatever. I was thinking about it and - yeah, I could mentor the kids and write a memoir. That way, I wouldn't be so bored."

This is not the first time Max has mentioned wanting to write a biography. Daniel tried to persuade him that writing a memoir at 25 is a bit too cocky, even for someone like Max.

This is, however, the first time Max mentioned Beijing since Daniel's big revelation.

He is not ready to have that conversation yet, so instead, he asks him what's been bothering him throughout the night.

"Your father-"

"Don't." Max stops him before he can breathe in, holding his palm up. Max's father has been a taboo in their household since The Catastrophe. And because The Catastrophe was the reason why Max moved out of their flat for two months, the only time when Daniel used the word 'divorce' and Max couldn't stop talking about jealousy and holding grudges, he lets it go.

Daniel rolls his eyes but takes Max's hand in his. "Invite her to Èze. Pierre is also bringing an intern, so she won't be alone."

Max hums, squeezing his palm as a silent thank you.

At home, Max is brushing his teeth when the DHoM calls. He spits out the foam and rolls his eyes. A call on a Friday night has never been a good sign.

"The President cancelled the visit of the Netherlands, I am afraid," she says, straight to the subject, just as Max has urged her to do every time.

"What? Why?" He spent weeks trying to negotiate the visit. The preparations started five weeks ago.

"They did not give me an official reason. But David told me, in confidence, of course, that they've added Australia to his Pacific tour. The submarines are long forgotten."

Max paces in the bathroom for a few minutes after hanging up.

When he finally enters the bedroom, Daniel doesn't even have the decency to look guilty.

"You've seen the dates of the visit in my diary." he accuses him, a thunderstorm in his eyes.

Daniel knows what he is talking about. Of course he does. He is just glad Max did not get the call while they were still in the restaurant. "How was I supposed to know they would cancel instead of postponing?" Max is breathing fire by now, but Daniel isn’t wearing his glasses so all he sees is a figure that could be his husband but also could be a very handsome burglar.

Max waves a finger in his face, looking menacing, even when wearing nothing but his sleeping shorts. He knows Daniel is full of shit. "You should have had the decency to inform my office."

Daniel has the nerve to roll away from him. "No work talk in the bedroom."

Max grinds his teeth together and grabs the duvet, rolling it up into a ball and throwing it at shocked Daniel. "Then get the fuck out." He also throws the pillow, his finger pointing to the living room. Daniel huffs but stands up and gets out of the bedroom nevertheless.

In the morning, Daniel's back is fucked from sleeping on the couch, and he spits a few harsh words in the general direction of Max's still-sleeping figure. When he returns from the market, Max is sitting at the kitchen table with a tea in his hands. He blinks a few times to make the morning fog disappear and is only partly successful. Daniel is sheepishly holding ten teddy bear sunflowers in his hands.

Max lets Daniel kiss him with a soft apology, standing up to get the vase. "Your coffee is next to the toaster!" he says before turning around. He misses how Daniel's face glows up, smile small and real and only for Max.

fourth part

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