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[moonvis]

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.

Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

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.

[yuuuuuuslazy]

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 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 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 a 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 eye 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 could 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 your, seemingly from money as the air stewardess came and asked them to keep it down.

“Love, I want you to know that 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?"

[eclipixels]

Roses

- short fluffy blurb on all the times Coryo gave you roses -

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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?"

[duskier]

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.

[insomniac4000]

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.

[theroyalsims]

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!

[voidandabyssal]

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

[purplesigebert]

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!

[sysakiddo]

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

[final-girl96]

STOLEN HEARTS EPILOGUE

Authors Note: This is short, only 600 some words because it is the last chapter. I just don't have any more ideas or desire to continue with it. I have other projects I want to move onto. Thank you all for reading.

TWO YEARS LATER

Things have been going great between Eddie and I. We're engaged now, he had asked me to marry him a few weeks ago in front of a stadium full of fans during one of his concerts. It was a complete shock but the fans hyper him up, screaming and cheering as he brought me out onto the stage. The ring wasn't flashy and the diamond wasn't big. It was perfect, he could have gone with something big and flashy but didn't because he knew that's not something I would have wanted.

Right now we were in our hotel room. The other guys had decided to go out and party, which isn't anything surprising. Eddie never goes with them, unless I want to go. And if we do go out he doesn't drink. He's been doing really well with staying sober; keeping his promise to me. I'm thankful for that because I would need him to keep doing whatever he's doing to stay sober.

The stick in my hand had a faint pink line telling me I was right; I'm pregnant. I had missed my period and have been feeling nauseous a lot lately. I took a deep breath, hid the test in behind my back and walked out into the bedroom. Eddie was laying on the bed in nothing but his boxers, hands behind his head, and his eyes closed. “Eddie.” He opened one eye to look at me. “Yeah, baby?” I am extremely nervous now. “I need to tell you something.” He opened both eyes then and sat up. “Okay, is everything alright?”

I took a deep breath in and exhaled slowly. It was now or never. I pushed my hand out in front of me, the pregnancy test held tight in my slightly shaky hand. He stood up and walked over to me, reaching his hand out to take the test. He looked down at it in confusion for a few minutes before he looked up at me. “You're…I am going to be a dad?” He asked in a whisper. I nodded my head and swallowed down the lump in my throat.

A smile started to form until it took over his face. He rushed over to me, wrapping his arms around my waist and lifting me off the floor. “We're having a baby!” He spun us around and laughed, repeating about us becoming parents. When he set me down, his hands came to my face after dropping the test onto the bed. Then his lips were pressing against mine in a long passionate kiss.

FIVE YEARS LATER

It's our four year wedding anniversary. We had a simple wedding with close friends and family a year after Eddie had proposed to me. Our little girl was two months old when we did. She looks just like Eddie, big brown eyes and dark curly hair. She's just turned four. We have a two years old son too, he has Eddie's dark curly hair but my eyes and facial features.

We live in Hawkins, and decided that was a better place to raise our children. Our friends and family are here. It was better than having to deal with paparazzi at every corner. I mean, they come all the way out here but not as often. The band is still together and Eddie still goes on tour with every new album they make. They made number one in the charts several times. They've won best rock band a few times as well. Eddie had their platinum albums hanging on the walls downstairs in the studio. Things were and are perfect.

[phanfictioncatalogue]

Phil Proposing To Dan Masterlist

A Christmas Ring - forphansake

Summary: Phil decides to do a radio show by himself but only because he has a special present to give to Dan.

A Christmas Proposal - doomedhowell

Summary: Dan and Phil usually spend their Christmas with their family but this year was different. They were spending their first Christmas alone together and Phil makes sure that it’s an extra special one.

All The Kingdom Lights Shine (just for me and you) (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: Dan pulls out the third box. And the fourth box. And then, before Phil can start to overthink this, he gets down on one knee, right as Dan pulls out the fifth box, the velvet box. The tension in the room is unbelievable as Dan opens the box, staring at the ring in it. He gasps, quietly, and then his eyes immediately snap up at Phil, filling with tears.

Or: the one where Phil is a mess before proposing, but it’s all perfect in the end.

And, Like Putting On Glasses, I Saw the World in Perfect Clarity- cactuslester

Summary: Dan thinks this trip to the Isle of Man will be like all the other trips to visit the Lesters. Little does he know, Phil has a 3 carat surprise for him.

A Ring in a Box in a Box in a Box… (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: It’s Christmas, and Phil’s decided to make it a memorable one. Sure, the silly ‘box in a box in a box’ way of wrapping a present is funny enough to be remembered, but it’s the present that will really seal this Christmas in their memories.

Diamonds And Tears - paradisobound

Summary: Maybe there is something inside of Phil that made him stop and pick up a ring on his way home from Tesco. And maybe that same thing inside of him is what gave him the bright idea to propose on Christmas.

Four Little Words (ao3) - phandomsub

Summary: Proposing to Dan is the easiest thing Phil has ever done. But for Dan, saying yes is the hardest.

Happy New Year, My Love (ao3) - scifi

Summary: It’s new years eve and Phil wants to start 2019 by asking a very special question.

I’m Not Proposing (ao3) - lazyfic

Summary: Dan knows Phil’s going to propose while they’re on holiday in Japan and he won’t stop bringing it up.

Japan 2.0 - paradisobound

Summary: Phil decides to plan a trip to Japan for Dan because he wants to propose to him.

La Dolce Vita (ao3) - CrushingMagnolias

Summary: Phil plans a surprise engagement during their vegas trip at the Bellagio hotel.

Dan is head over heels, smitten, Phil Trash #1

lost in forever (ao3) - manchestereyes

Summary: Phil makes a very special video for his and Dan’s future child.

Or, Safiya and Tyler’s proposal video, but make it dnp.

Never Stop (You Still Get My Heart Racing) (ao3) - phantasticworks (steddieworks)

Summary: Dan and Phil celebrate Dan’s 29th birthday at home.

A cute, fluffy engagement fic that somehow took me two days and turned out to be 10k words.

Not just any anniversary (ao3) - danfernet

Summary: It’s October 19th, 2019. Dan and Phil’s tenth anniversary.

When Phil announces he has to go up north to visit his dad, Dan most certainly doesn’t expect the day to turn out the way it did.

Or, where Phil surprises Dan for a full day :)

phuture phusbands (ao3) - N_Chu4Ever

Summary: Dan’s opinions on weddings are pretty clear — marriage is piece of paper with some benefits, and organising a big fucking wedding is exhausting, and really, Phil, do we need it? Do we? The answer, of course, is no, and yet Phil is still thinking about it. As Dab and Evan’s Sims 4 wedding approaches, that thought process goes into overdrive.

Or: Phil proposes to Dan just after the Devan wedding is filmed.

Pictionary Proposal (ao3) - Misha_with_wings

Summary: Dan is with his family in France and Phil is planning to propose when he returns home.

Sand Dollars and a Shiny Rock (ao3) - counting2fifteen, paperowl, quackitity

Summary: Dan and Phil go on vacation, Phil tries to propose, things go terribly wrong, but also kind of right.

The Christmas Fic || 2017 (ao3) - yiffandquiff

Summary: How Christmas 2017 should have went

unexpectedly delighted (ao3) - shaylawrites (thominwtt)

Summary: So maybe it’s not a complete shock when Dan comes back early from his run and finds Phil fiddling with a ring in the middle of their kitchen.

When You’re Ready… (ao3) - Mangomelions (orphan_account)

Summary: Phil decides to buy a ring, so when Dan eventually proposes, they can have a cute double proposal. But what if Dan has had the same idea. Will they be waiting forever?

[nanabrainrot]

Companion Dog

Summary: A companion dog is the most important dog of all.

Eduardo “Lalo” Salamanca/F!Reader

Warnings for unhealthy relationship dynamics, dehumanization of female partner, toxic thinking

Your warm skin, 98 degrees of homeostasis and hot blood running through your veins, each pump of your heart was a hum of an angel because it meant you lived today too. It was not tasking for Lalo to work as he did; he was a Salamanca, like a herding dog bred to chase sheep he was bred for this lifestyle.

He wondered sometimes what you had been bred for.

Maybe you were bred for him? Like a commissioned litter from a backyard breeder? Did he pray so hard in his Christian phase as a tween for purpose in life, you had been born? He liked to think so, the idea of your life being for him alone. A not far off delusion from the outsider looking in, like a museum attendee trying desperately to analyze an abstract painting by assigning it a deep meaning.

There was no deeper tie in your relationship: you lived for him. You were bred for him. These many years of marriage, toting you to and fro in hotels and cars like a dog in a purse without so much as a bark of complaint made some men huff in envy. A beautiful pedigree companion, groomed to perfection, deeply loyal, and living in servitude. A yank at the collar was not necessary, a whistle or snap of the fingers enough to gain his pet’s full attention.

Companion dog is a dog that is bred for no other purpose but to be a lap dog. He had wondered a lot about getting a dog, a big one with gnashing teeth and a gutteral growl to accompany him and have you coo over. No, he would never let your attention sway from him. Your gaze was unmoving, dead set ahead and rarely acknowledging any movement in the many years you had been with him. He was jealous, possessive, and ill-tempered; your general aura of indifference made you a hot topic for flirtations, your stoic expression in deep contrast to his gleeful composition.

You were too pretty to share, every thought of sharing you inciting deep hate in his belly. Your belly swollen with a child made him hot with hate, imagining a baby getting to grow with you every moment and being one with you, replacing him as the most important being in your life.

No babies, no pets, and today, his companion dog is lying on her back begging for companionship. Your face obscured by some flyaway hairs, body framed by jersey sheets, and nightgown pressed tight to your flesh.

A dog. Man’s best friend. Unbridled loyalty, a life centered around pleasing your master and founded on devotion with no other purpose than to warm his bed and coo over him.

“You’ve been out all day,” you whined, reaching out for him with that beautiful french acrylic, four fingers painted with the letters spelling “LALO” on both hands framed by your pinky and thumb with hearts. Earrings of his initials, the anklet with his name, the bracelet with the date of your anniversary, the choker with his birthstone, all of you painted by possession. His stomach churns with pride and desire at the sight of your ring finger, decked with an enormous diamond worth more than some houses.

“I thought of you the whole day,” he purred, sitting at the side of the bed to stroke her face with his thumb, holding it tenderly. She grinned, white teeth blinding.

“Really?”

“Of course. Did you think of me?”

“I only think of you,” she smiled.

“Really?”

“Mhm,” she murmured, drawing closer, wrapping arms around his middle.

Eye candy, a companion dog with no higher purpose like a herding dog, a hunting dog, a K-9 sniffer, or a guard dog. This was your purpose: give him undivided unconditional love and no more. The ring finger reflects the dim ambient light for a moment, the universe’s confirmation of the physicality of her markers of possession. Her dog collars.

A companion dog, Lalo would argue, serves a more important purpose than any working dog ever could.

[ashwhowrites]

fluff prompt 35 with Robin? 🥺

Finally fluff Robin! I'm tired of always breaking her heart 🙂

"We’ve been celebrating our wedding anniversary on the wrong day for the past nine years."

Robin and Y/N have been married for around 9 years. They fell in love during the whole upside down fiasco. Y/N was an old friend of Steve's when they all first discovered the upside down. Once it was all settled she moved to California, hoping to leave it behind her. But when Steve called a few years later saying it's worse than ever, she was right back in Hawkins. She figured she'd kill some creatures, gain new fears and be done with this shit. But what she didn't expect was to fall in love during the worst possible time.

The second Steve introduced her to a loud, fast talking, and sarcastic girl, she was screwed. She learned her name was Robin and a new friend of Steve's. A friend that Steve made very clear, with a horrible wink, was definitely gay. Y/N remembered punching Steve but secretly thanking him for giving her a heads up.

Fighting vecna and trying to stay alive was most important, not trying to flirt with the gorgeous dark haired and blue eye goddess she got partnered up with. Once again, thanks to Steve. But that didn't mean Y/N couldn't look at her from time to time. She even went as far to throw herself around Robin when the ground began to shake. Steve watched with a smirk as both girls blushed a deep red.

When Y/N was saying her goodbyes and heading back to California, Robin asked her on a date. Robin knew she'd hate herself if she never went for it. Plus Y/N saved her life twice in the upside down, she deserves to buy her dinner, right?

Before they knew it Robin and Y/N were calling each other daily. Sending love letters day after day. Planning trips to visit each other. Months went on and turned into years. Steve annoyingly takes credit for their relationship, and makes sure that they both know it.

Their engagement was slightly different from others. Both girls wanted to propose to each other in different ways. Y/N had Joyce helping her and Robin had Steve. All four making the most special and romantic proposal ever. But Y/N and Robin ruined it for each other. Both were getting too excited to wait, and accidentally proposed too early, at the wrong place and at the same time. Joyce and Steve wanted to be mad at all their hard work going to waste. But when both girls showed up with two diamond rings on each other's fingers with the biggest smile they've ever seen, they let it slide. They decided they didn't need a big proposal for each other. Asking at what felt like the right moment felt more like them.

At their wedding, Steve's whole speech was how he planned it all out for them. Both brides rolled their eyes but laughed along. They did owe Steve, because without him they never would have fallen in love.

~~

"baby, which restaurant do you want to go to for our anniversary?" Y/N asked as she sat next to Robin on the couch.

"tough call. Maybe the same place we've been going to for the last 9 years." She laughed as she pretended to think.

"I can't believe it's been that long. I think Steve's payment plan of marrying you is coming up around the 10 year mark. Better soak it up now." Y/N joked.

Robin faked laughed, "haha funny." She said with a smile. Smacking her wife's shoulder.

~~

As Y/N waited for Robin to finish getting ready, she looked through their wedding book. Smiling at the memories.

"I can't get over how fucking beautiful you looked this day." Y/N sighed as she stared at her wife's beaming smile in her white suit.

"just that night?" Robin asked, clipping her necklace as she walked to sit next to Y/N.

"you know you look beautiful all the time." Y/N kissed her cheek. Laughing as her red lipstick stained Robin's cheek.

Together they looked through the book. Stopping in confusion at their wedding invitation.

"wait Rob, the date, is that right?" She asked, showing Robin the piece of paper.

Robin looked at it closely with scrunched eyebrows.

"that can't be right. We got married on October 13th!" She said, snatching the book and looking at it closer.

"the invitation says the 15th Robin! There's no way that's wrong. It's the actual invitation we sent out." Y/N tried to explain.

"Are you saying that we’ve been celebrating our wedding anniversary on the wrong day for the past nine years?" Robin asked

"babe, I think we have."

Both erupted in a huge laugh. Eyes watering and gasping for air as they held their stomaches.

"only us baby. Only us." Y/N sighed out, stomach still in pain from laughing so hard.

"well shit, do we start celebrating on the 15th instead?" Robin asked

"nah, the 13th will be our always." Y/N said with a smile.

Both not knowing their anniversary just made them even more perfect for each other

[bangtanhoneys]

BTS Wedding Series: Picking the Ring

SEOKJIN

He had spotted the ring one day while generally browsing through a jewellery website on the gaming computer, with the idea of buying a pair of earrings for your anniversary but he somehow wandered towards the engagement rings. It had been on his mind lately, seemingly every advert on the TV or on billboards hinting at the idea of couples getting engaged during the season. 

It’s not that he didn’t want to, he just didn’t know how yet. It was approaching your six-year anniversary, longer than most couples that he knew and long enough for his mother to be hinting at grandchildren. 

Jin’s eyes took in the detail of the pink stone surrounded by a halo of small diamonds, with more diamonds along the gold band. ‘Matches my mic,’ he thought to himself as he scrolled down to the description, ignored the price completely and read the instructions about the sizes. Shrugging and having no clue, he went for what he thought was the right size, paused only briefly at the checkout page and suddenly he had a confirmation for his order in his inbox. 

“There, ready to go,” he was happy with his choice and more than happy about making the right decision. If he hadn’t already got everything planned in his head, it wouldn’t take long to put plans in motion anyway.

It would lay in his bedside table for another year, the opportunity never right and never when he had the ring with him but one day it was going to happen. 

YOONGI

The sapphire glittered in the sun, the small diamonds along the band sparkling at him as Yoongi admired the emerald cut of the stone. He had left the studio two hours earlier, his mind jumbled with thoughts about music, comebacks, life, tangerines and the like. He needed fresh air and a random walk into the city (masked up and in disguise) led him towards a jewellery shop. His feet knew where to take him even if his mind didn’t.

There had been no talk of marriage, the both of you content in life as it was and seeing no need for change. Yet the sapphire ring caught his eye the moment he stepped near the window and he hadn’t been able to look away, every other option simply too boring or not enough. You were unique - enjoying the simple things in life compared to the extravagant life of an idol boyfriend, preferring to enjoy a mug of tea in the morning rather than coffee, painting the bedroom a dark navy because it soothed you rather than the traditional white. 

A moment of doubt flashed through him as he opened the door to the jewellers, patting his jacket pocket for a moment to make sure he had brought his wallet. The assistant drew his attention and he pulled the mask down enough, not sure if he would be recognised but wary of it all the same.

“I’d like to take a look at the sapphire ring in the window - middle row, fourth one to the left.”

The ring was you in every sense and so he bought it there and then. The ring stayed with him constantly and more often than not, remained locked up in the studio, ready and waiting to be placed on your finger. There was no rush and the right moment would soon spring up. 

HOSEOK 

Now he wasn’t afraid to admit that he had a little help. He had been talking to his sister, Jiwoo, at a family dinner one night about possibly proposing to you. It had been four years after all. 

“Possibly?” asked his sister. “Why possibly? You know you love her so why wait?”

“I don’t know what ring to get - every time I’ve looked, nothing has caught my attention,” Hobi admitted as he pushed around the noodles in his bowl. It had been irritating him ever since plans started to come into motion about the talk of marriage. He knew how he was going to propose, he knew where he was going to do it and he knew what he was going to say - he just didn’t have the main ingredient: the ring.

“Honestly, she’s given you enough hints,” Jiwoo laughed after finishing a mouthful of food and pulled out her phone, opened up her messages to you and scrolled through the images that had been sent. The image had been sent a while ago but it had occurred around Jiwoo’s own wedding when you were researching ideas for her and you stumbled upon a ring that you loved.

Hobi glanced at the screen as this magnificent diamond, cut into an oval shape, set on a silver diamond band. Classy, traditional and screamed you all over. “Perfect! That’s the one! Think you could order it for me?”

He didn’t mind the napkin to the head or the fact that his sister, knowing full well your ring size, ordered there and then for him and handed it over in its special box a week later. Now he could finally put his plans into motion.

NAMJOON

From earlier interviews, he always admitted he wanted kids. That hadn’t changed until recently with things going on in their lives that made things difficult, unsure, not knowing where the next big thing was going to come from or whether lift would turn everything on its head…yet again. There had been a talk with you over a late night glass of wine over the future, what the both of you wanted, what your dreams were, what his dreams were and the like. 

Children, though wanted, were now no longer a priority. You, however, were the priority and he was leaving it long enough to finally get the ring on your finger. You had been with him since early debut days, always standing by him and never once questioning your relationship - apart from the odd few times when distance and rumours became a problem but they were always solved by simply talking. 

He had been in Europe with his friend, once again to their museums and galleries for a blog for BTS. His family would be joining him at some point as well. But not you - work commitments had got in the way of you both enjoying a holiday with all your families together. 

Strolling through town, his friend mindlessly chatting in his ear, Namjoon’s eyes caught the shop. He didn’t know what possessed him but he wandered over, simply to take a look if nothing else. The ring in question was laid on a display on its own, with its history on a green card.

“‘Hybrid diamond ‘Moissanite’ is the answer to the diamond. This ring, made out of recycled gold, was designed to resemble the earth from which it comes from. The band is made out of intertwined leaves with little diamonds, to allow the marquise cut moissanite to sit perfectly on it.’

That was the ring, no two ways about it. Ignoring his spluttering friend, Namjoon made the dash inside the shop and startled both the staff by slamming his bank card onto the counter and asking for the ring in the window. 

“But sir, the price.”

“Don’t worry about that, just the ring. That’s all I need.”

JIMIN

He had the day off, which was surprising in itself, and had nothing all day apart from lounge on the couch in front of the TV. The boys were out doing their various hobbies and things to relax but since it had been non-stop, Jimin didn’t feel like moving off the couch today. He had no plans with you either since you were out of town on a work trip though the last message from you was an hour ago as you were about to go in for a meeting. 

He mindlessly scrolled through his phone, not really looking at anything as the TV played in the background. Later on, he would describe the whole thing as fate - as if something planned this to happen at the right time on the right day. 

An advert for Tiffany & Co popped up on the TV as well as his phone at the same time. There had been discussions with the team about possibly partnering up with the designer but nothing had come about it and nothing had further said, both too busy to lay down a partner contract just yet. Yet, that’s not what made him look. It was the fact that marriage had been on everyone’s mouths lately. 

The two of you were in a solid, healthy relationship that was going on for six years next month and though you both had busy careers, you hadn’t fully settled on living together just yet and the idea of marriage had certainly not popped up for the two of you but it had for everyone else. Jimin was a romantic at heart, a prince in the eyes of ARMY who would go out of his way for his loved ones…so where was the ring? Where was the proposal?

“Now is a good time as any,” he muttered to himself as he sat up on the couch and grabbed his iPad, turning it on and directing towards the website in question. He spent hours looking at rings, opening one up, reading it, looking at it then closing it again. Believe it or not, he got to the last one and there it was. 

A pear-shaped diamond surrounded by little diamonds like a halo, set on a diamond platinum band. It sparkled, just like you and it shined like a diamond (literally) like you. So it ended up in his cart, paid for and then collected by staff two months later after being specially made.

TAEHYUNG

At another city on the final leg of the tour, Taehyung and Yoongi had gone out for a bit of an exploration and some gift shopping. They always promised their partners they would bring something back from whatever city they were in, one suitcase already a bit full of designer clothes and random gifts Taehyung had spotted.

They were currently in an antiques store, of all places, just generally browsing when Taehyung made his way over to the jewellery section. There were a pair of earrings he spotted which he knew his mother would like and a tie pin his father would like as well, so the assistant working there laid them on the counter and began to bag them up while Taehyung glanced through the rings.

“Sorted?” Yoongi asked, placing what looked like a tangerine cookie jar on the counter. It caught Tae’s eye and he stared at it for a moment then shook his head. “Not yet. I just need one more thing - I won’t be long.”

The idea of proposing to you was a long held secret for him and he had not revealed it to any other members, not even his family. The idea of ring shopping in front of Yoongi-hyung, of all people, made him nervous. 

“Could I take a look at that one?” he asked the member of staff, pointing at a ring.

Art deco themed with a round garnet, surrounded by diamonds to create a ‘sun’ effect and settled on a yellow gold band. It was unique and different, yet it suited you perfectly.

“That one please,” he said as he handed over this credit card and ignored his hyung looking at him, somewhat opened mouth. “Don’t say a word,” was Taehyung’s reply. 

JUNGKOOK

If there was anything ARMY and Jungkook had in common, it was you. You were their biggest supporter, their biggest voice, their advocate, their queen. You told him all about the trending topics, all the edits, what things they wanted to see, what things they wanted the group to do. Every little secret they thought they could hide, you uncovered.

So it wasn’t a surprise during a V-LIVE that ARMY were asking about you, wondering where you are. “She’s gone away for the weekend, her best friend is getting married next month,” Jungkook revealed as he stirred the noodles in the pot. “It’s a bridal shower? No? Hen party?”

Of course, ARMY’s reaction was to ask when Jungkook was going to propose. Thank god he had a healthy relationship to the ARMY’s who wanted to know because the feed was currently blocking out the bad ones who didn’t like the idea of their idol getting married. 

“One day. One day.”

After the V-LIVE, Jungkook got a notification on Weverse and opened up the app to find an ARMY had uploaded a hand-drawn design of an engagement ring of what they thought Jungkook would buy. It took him by surprise because it was exactly what he was thinking.

Amethyst (your birthstone) at its centre, large and proud. The curved band beneath the gemstone makes the ring like an elegant crown. That was everything and anything all in one - your representation to ARMY and Jungkook: queen. 

He messaged a member of staff and asked them to contact the original designer to ask for special permission to recreate the ring by a local jeweller. It took a week but permission was granted and the ring was made within another week, then in his hands a week after that. 

[lovebugspots]

THE PAINKILLER

chapter three; wedding day.

THE PAINKILLER SERIES IN CHRONOLOGICAL ORDER CHAPTER FOUR: spider-man. CHAPTER THREE; wedding day. CHAPTER TWO; your too flattering. CHAPTER ONE: THE PAINKILLER THE PAINKILLER: INFORMATION

Play Money by the Drums :)

TW: some gore and death

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Bucky was in the med-bay of the compound, his left hand holding a small wedding band, one that his wife wore. Another thing, he was thankful he left at the base. His and his wife's ring... It was simple but timeless, it had a golden band with a 0.50 carat diamond in the middle and 0.05 carat aquamarine stones on the side.

His wife's two favorite stones just so happens to be his grandmothers favorite too. 

How the hell did this come to be?

Maybe it was someone else?

But Logan had no other kids...

Well, maybe he did over these years.

But...He felt her. 

He was her.

Maybe.

He just stared at the ring, it's almost he could still smell her perfume on the piece of metal. It was his girls...

And on queue, he saw the flashbacks of her falling, screaming his name so loudly that he wouldn't be surprised if the other members of the Commandos heard it.

How her scarlet red blood squirted out of her body, the large rock fully going through her body, her organs falling out and dangling, her small intestines looked like rope from faraway.

The memories made him sick, he genuinely wanted to puke as he saw his wife's then corpse.

Wanda stood in the door way and said softly, her brown eyes looking into his blue ones.

"I can read your mind, you do realize that?" Her Sokovian accent rand through his ears and he looked up, thankful she was there.

Now, Bucky and Wanda had a complicated relationship. He was like a father figure to her and Pietro. And they were like a somewhat family...a very traumatized family.

He chuckled and looked up at the young adult.

"I do." He added quietly, his face was pale. He scooted a bit on his stretched and pats his right side. She sat down next to him and leans on his shoulder. 

"You never told me about her..." She mumbled softly. He sighed and kissed her forehead, and wrapped his arm around her.

"It's a painful story to tell." He mumbled.

Bucky had met the twins when they were young, he had known them since they first became HYDRA assets. He was told to give them basic training and that was all, but he saw two children rather then weapons. 

So he also nurtured them, after the long days of experiments he let them lay on him and sleep, even if he himself couldn't sleep. 

All Wanda did was nod, she just asked softly.

"Can you tell me the good things..?"

Bucky gave a sad smile and looked at the ring in his hand.

"She was the most loving person..." He started and looked down to the ground. "She would always help out the ones who needed it, mutants, poor, anyone..."

Mutants, made Wanda curious. Wanda was a mutant, but with help of the power stone it amplified her powers. 

"Mutants?" Wanda asked and turned to Bucky, sitting up.

"She was a mutant, маленький" He said softly.

"Like...me?" She asked.

"Yes, but she had these spikes that came out of her knuckles and elbows." Bucky looked at Wanda and said.

"Her name, was Y/n Laura Howlett." Wanda's eyes widen and she straightens her posture.

"The Y/n? The savior of mutants?" She questioned excitedly.

Bucky nodded, smiling at the fond memories of his wife rescuing mutants from HYDRA facilities in World War II. 

"That, Y/n." He chuckles and looked down at the ring.

"How...How long were you two married?" Wanda asked delicately.

"Almost ten years... It would have been our tenth year anniversary in July." He muttered sadly, his mind going back to when they talked about having a family...

"We got married two or three weeks after she turned 18. We both were 18, I was 3 months older." He paused then stood up, grimacing as pain shot up his back but he ignored it. 

"I can show you our wedding photos." He said delicately and Wanda smiled happily and nodded as she stood up. 

"Can I get Pietro?" He chuckles and nodded.

"Just meet me in my room, маленький." He said softly and pats her head with his flesh hand and walked away.

Once he was in his room, he pulled out an old photo album. 

To which he wished he could thank Peggy, and Steve. Since Steve had all of their things, then he got frozen, so Peggy took it into her hands to take care of their things. Both for Steve and her old best friend Y/n.

He sat down and saw the two walk in, Wanda had a smile across her face and Pietro looked...confused. 

"What are we doing?" Pietro questioned, his accent was thick but soft.

Wanda rolled her eyes in annoyance, and said.

"We are looking at Bucky and Y/n's wedding pictures! I told you!"

"Uh, no you didn't."

"Did too."

"Did not!" 

"Hey! I'm your older brother! I deserve respect."

"Only by 12 minut-"

Wanda got cut off by Bucky's cough. 

"Stop t you two." Bucky chuckles and opens the photo album, and the first picture was him and Y/n at the altar. The old black and white pictures safe behind a thin sheet of plastic. He could smell the cathedral, the old incense, the smell of the candles. 

Wanda looked curiously and asked 

"Is that the Trinity Church here in New York?" 

Bucky nodded and said softly. 

"Yes... That is where me Y/n got married..." He looked at another picture, it was just her. She wore a beautiful lace dress. Yes, now it would be seen as a grandma table cloth but GOD  she still looked beautiful. 

It was a V-Neck top, but it was still modest for the time, and had long sleeves. The dress had gone down to her mid shins, and she had a small veil. It was a small, and tiny wedding. It was during the great depression so they couldn't have a beautiful and lavish wedding of their dreams.

But for only being 18 and barley having 200 or 300 dollars to spend, it was a damn good wedding.

Wanda and Pietro noticed how absolutely love sick Bucky was for her, how his eyes swelled with love.

Wanda flipped the page and saw the small group photos. She only saw Bucky, with his father, mother, and sister.

George, Winifred and Rebecca Barnes. Then she looked to Y/n's family photo and only saw Logan and Victor. 

The look of the great Sabertooth made the twins feel uneasy, knowing what he did. Bucky didn't notice but only traced the smiling photo of his wife, how her Y/e/c gleamed with nothing but love and pride.

Pietro then noticed in almost all of the photos, he was looking at her and never the camera. He was smiling like an absolute idiot. 

He was, and still is so madly  in love with her. No matter all the advances he gets from women and sometimes men, he never moved on. He felt if he did he would betray their love. 

And he can't betray the only woman he ever remember no matter how many times he was brainwashed.

He won't.

Then the final picture, it was him and Y/n, he had held her bridal style as they walked out the church. And he was in the middle of kissing her nose. It was one of his favorite moments, besides that night when they gave them self's each other's most sacred, and pure thing. 

The memories, the beautiful moments. The tender ones, the vulnerable ones, and the bad ones.

No matter what, he was always bonded to her.

And even if she is with him no more, he will never, ever, let another person touch him, and love him the way she did.

Y/n held her boy as he slept. Not letting go.

He had fully healed after the hours of tortured, thank god. Her son slept peacefully, his tufts of dark brown hair where all disheveled from his rough ways of sleeping. 

Something he got from Y/n.

She held him as she listens to his heartbeat, the only thing that kept her grounded.

His soft skin, his soft locks of brown hair and his deep blue eyes. He looked so familiar yet like her, it was odd. 

He had her nose, and overall her face shape, yet he looked like the man she had hunted down earlier. 

She didn't like the pulling feeling she had. She felt drawn to the man, like as if he was her missing piece.

Maybe... he knew her?

God she felt helpless. But then something clicked, she needs to break out of here. 

She looked around and set her son down, his name, his name was Killian. But he was called 'X-33' by the agents.

She kissed Killians head delicately and ran around his room, quietly doing so. Her footsteps where as quiet as a kitten. She dare not to make a noise. If they heard her they would kill her boy.

'We can't do this anymore' She thought to herself as she packed the little they both had. She managed to put it all in one backpack then she looked at her riffle and grabbed it, the smooth metal gave a small shiver to her. 

She puts the gun in a bag and puts the backpack on. She walked over to her son and picked him up gently. 

Now was the hard part.

She grabbed her keys and opens the door and immediately an alarm went off. So, she ran, and ran to her bike that as a few hundred feet away. She got on her bike and her the soft cries of her son and kissed his forehead.

"Shh...Its okay." She said softly as the agents started shooting at them. She puts the key in the ignition and started driving as fast as she could, easily going at 80 MPH, then 85. 

She didn't need to look back, she knew she was out of their reach for now. Her son nuzzled his face into her chest and held her tightly.

She sighed softly and kissed his head and whispers through the wind.

"We did it, baby boy...we are free"

Hours had gone by, and those hours were two days. From Oslo, to Ibiza.

They got a small apartment and Y/n sat down in the plain room. She had to find that man, she had to. 

Then there was a knock at the door, she readied her fist. 

So in any moment her metal spikes would poke out to kill. She opens the door and said in a soft voice.

"Hello..?"

The mysterious man gave a brief nod, and muttered.

"Are you The Painkiller?" He asked firmly, but it was still a mutter, so nobody could hear it.

She quickly grabbed the man from his tie and dragged him inside. His once neat and blonde hair now messy and out of place and his brown eyes wide with fear.

"What do you want?"

She boomed, her voice low and dark as she circled him. Her hand where crossed over her chest and he gulped.

"M-My name is-"

"Spare the intro. What. Do. You. Want." Her eyes glared deep into his as she walked around him

He gulped once more and said shakily.

"I need to have someone taken out." He looked at her and she didn't say anything.

"Who?"

"Natalia Alianovna Romanova" He spat out quickly, then something clicked.

DATE: UNKNOWN

YEAR: 1995

"You are the Painkiller?" Madame B asked quickly, and Y/n, the then Painkiller nodded and the woman turned to Bucky.

"Winter Soldier?" 

The man nodded as well. The older woman nodded and turned around and motioned for the duo to follow.

"You will train our best widow. Natalia." The woman spoke as they walked into a room that was filled with girls doing ballet.

She pointed out to a girl with bright blue hair and yelled.

"Romanova!" The girl didn't flinch but walked over and bowed.

"These will be your new teachers. They will teach you more about combat then we can." The woman said firmly, and Natalia nodded. Her green eyes were dull and she said in a plain tone.

"Yes." 

"Good, now show our two new guests to the training area." She said and the girl nodded and walked with the mutant and the super soldier.

Once they got to the room The Painkiller looked around and set her bag of weapons down.

"Center." The Winter soldier said firmly, and Natalia nodded.

"You know basics?" The painkiller asked through her heavy duty mask.

"More then just basics." Natalia added and The Winter Soldier nodded.

"Good, you start the first attack." He got into a defensive position and the girl did a fake round house kick but made it into a butterfly kick. It was a good move but I was sloppy.

"Your form is sloppy and your not balanced. Do it again." The Painkiller ordered and the girl nodded and tried once more but failed.

"Let me show you, little one." She gently moved Natalia out of the way, and balanced her feet and quickly did the kick and The Winter Soldier used his Titanium arm to deflect it.

"Understand?" She turned to Natalia and she nodded, thinking about how she did it and mirrored her actions.

"Yes! That is it, little one." The woman gave an encouraging nod from under her mask and so did the Winter Soldier.

"Very good." He added.

She shook off the memory and looked at the man.

"Black Widow?" She questioned and he nodded.

"Yes...We need her gone." He said quickly, his heart rate picking up as she got on her knees.

"Pay?" She spat out and the mans face paled.

"P-pay?"

"You expect me to do it for free when I am not a puppet?" She deadpanned, and the man looked down flushed and embarrassed.

"I-I...No." He mumbled and looked back at the woman.

"Then I won't kill her." She similes and stood up.

"But, I will kill you." And just like that, she unsheathed her metal spiked and shoved it through his skull. 

She pulled it out as blood seeped into the carpet, and his brain matter pouring out. The immediate smell of iron filled her nose and she sighed as she grabbed a random sheet and covered the man.

She walked to her sons room and said softly.

"It isn't safe, my baby boy."

The boy pouted and stood up.

"Mama...I don't wanna go..." Oh how naive he is to their situation...

She got on her knees and said softly.

"Oh baby, I know...But, I found something that may help us." She kissed his forehead and grabbed their things and walked out of the apartment. That god her son didn't say anything as they walked out.  

She got on her bike and went to the closest airport and got the first flight to New York.

'If little one is still alive...then maybe, just maybe she can help.' 

She thought to herself over, and over. Both during their wait, and the flight.

And maybe, she will find the man she once knew.