#much but i hope it makes you smile <3 happiest of birthdays to you beloved!!! <3 will dm you a proper message in a bit <3 | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

ceebit · 2 years ago

Text

birthday aches ✦ j. hong

note : happy birthday ?? to my bestie ?? crying crying crying ok. hope he stuffed himself full with cake and rests well :’) idk what else to say that isn’t me just crying so here’s a birthday post for my beloved. <3

wc : 1.7k. fluff. emotional ? tears definitely. ok. [cries]

“do i have something on my face?”

he blinks slowly, dazed look sharpening to something much more focused, and allows himself to be subject to the laughter that crackles through the speakers of his phone. you’re squinting at him teasingly like you always do, brows drawn downwards in disbelief.

“am i no longer allowed to admire artwork anymore?” his voice drawls out lazily, stretching out before snuggling further into his blanket. you roll your eyes like he knew you would, but he knows there’s a smile hidden underneath the bundle of your scarf.

it’s hard, sometimes—being away from you for so long, especially during the holidays. with concerts and fan signs and so many little things to complete before the year is over, he hardly has time to catch up with you and the life that you live. (that doesn’t include him, he oftens thinks bitterly, and resigns himself to feeling low until one of the guys eventually drag him out and about.)

he loves his dream. loves being on stage, loves being surrounded by people who love him and his members for the career he chose but he wishes you were here with him every step of the way. he supposes it’s karma, you falling in love with the people’s person. a humbling experience to remind him what he’s chosen to do.

support is never wavering with you, though. no matter what city you’re in or the difference in time zones, you’ve never missed a single good luck message before a performance or a call to soothe his fear and anxieties of underperforming. you’ve become his forever constant, from that fateful mix up in his schedule to years up the ladder of success, and he’s grateful for you in ways he can’t even begin to describe.

he just, you know. wishes you could have been by his side for all of it.

he zones back in to gentle calls of his name, offering a tired smile to the questioning look you send him. “the concert was a bit exhausting,” he explains. “i don’t think my body has quite yet… come down from the high, if that makes sense?”

you hum in both understanding and sympathy, and he knows that if you were here, he’d be squeezed into your arms and rocked side to side for a bit.

“i’m just glad you have some time to relax for your birthday,” you grin, your sincerity seeping through the screen. “you deserve the rest, shua. i hate seeing you so tired all the time.”

i haven’t slept well since the last time i touched you, he wants to say. i sleep better knowing i’ll turn you’ll still be there. i haven’t felt the texture of your skin in months and it’s driving me up the wall but he smiles and nods and promises to try for you.

“is it cold where you are? i hope you’re staying warm.”

you read between the lines as always, glancing back at the screen to offer a smile. “is this the part where i say ‘i only feel warm with you’?”

“whatever makes you happiest, dear.” and you laugh and it soothes the ache just a little bit.

he wants to talk about your travels. the sights you’ve seen, the people you’ve met, and the things you’ve done. but all thoughts of uttering a single word considering your worldwide trek comes to a halt when you look up yet again, and he can’t help but blurt, “are you busy? you know it doesn’t matter if you call today. i know it’s a lot of—”

“don’t be silly, you know i’ll always make time for you.” your frown is almost offended, and he burrows himself deeper into the covers under your stare. “busy or not, you’re important to me!”

he nods. understood. his heart kicks its feet giddily.

“i’m just. hoping i don’t be late to this thing i’m rushing to. it’s kind of time sensitive?” you huff in annoyance, cold air fogging around your face. “it’s really important to me.”

“and you want me to stay on the phone with you?” you nod and his chest warms significantly. “just say you’re in love with me or something.”

“i’m in love with you,” you reply simply, shaking your head soon after when he calls you a sap.

you chat aimlessly for a bit longer, filling the distance with your mindless thoughts on topics he threw at you and in turn, asking him about his hopes for the new year. it’s the same each and every year—to spend more time with you—and he knows you just like to hear him say it, but it rings a bit of a sad truth.

he wants to settle down with you. wants to do mundane things like bicker over losing socks in the laundry and grocery shop with you in the afternoon and spoon feed you soup when you don’t feel your best. he wants it with enough passion to self combust, after years of getting by with glimpses of you. he can’t stand the distance, but beggars can’t be choosers.

it sours his mood, and like always, you notice.

“shua.” his hum is faint, lingering in the air. “can you go to your front door? i think my present should have arrived by now?”

“you got me a gift?” his gaze darts to the door, squinting as if he could see through it if he tried hard enough. you stifle a laugh. “what is it?”

“open your door and find out, genius.”

slowly, he patters out of the living room and towards the main hallway, phone in hand at your request to see his reaction. he sees you bite your lip in anticipation and his heart thunders.

“will i like it?” he’s nervous but he doesn’t know why. “what am i talking about? of course i’ll like it, it’s from you.”

“sweet talker,” you tease, “but you’re stalling. i don’t want porch pirates to steal it!”

“i live in an apartment?”

“don’t be a smartass.” you’ve lost the bite to your words, though. you’re grinning openingly, excitement highlighting your features, and he wonders just what you might have waiting for him behind the door.

it could have been anything, really. he was expecting an actual present from the way you urged him on. not… one of his friends dressed head to toe in red.

“took you long enough,” jeonghan gripes, and rolls his eyes in faux annoyance when you laugh. “hello to you, too.”

“hi, hannie,” you greet sweetly, offering a smile when joshua looks down at his screen in confusion. “your present isn’t our dear friend’s presence, though.”

“how unfortunate for you,” the latter sniffs. “i’m a fucking delight to have around. your loss.”

“hannie’s gonna blindfold and lead you somewhere, okay? it’s all safe, promise.”

“can’t guarantee he won’t be a bit bruised,” jeonghan pipes up as he produces a white blindfold, grinning cheekily as joshua glances at him wearily. “i’m joking. yn, tell him i’m joking.”

“if i come back and i see a hair on his head misplaced, you won’t like it.”

“yeah, whatever.”

jeonghan leads him down what seems to be a hallway, the lights on the ceiling faintly visible through the fabric, and then he hears the telltale sound of the elevator reaching his floor. he’s quickly ushered inside, gripping his hand for dear life when it begins to descend.

“you still there?” you ask gently, phone still gripped in his other. he nods, frowning slightly when jeonghan stifles a snort. “words, sweetheart. you okay?”

“a little tense, but i’m okay.”

“he’s breaking my hand.”

“ignore him,” you try to soothe him, and he cracks a smile when the other lets out a faint hmph. “it’ll be over quickly. in fact, if i’m timing this correctly—”

the elevator stalls, another faint ding signaling their arrival.

“—you should be here soon, too.”

here? weren’t you out of the country? he wants to ask what you could possibly mean by that when you’re definitely thousands of miles away from him—but he hears the doors slide open and the sound of you hanging up the phone abruptly. he startles when he’s tugged out the elevator and stumbles over his feet, steadied only when he’s stopped suddenly.

hands clap against his shoulders. “wait right here,” he hears his friend say. and without waiting for some semblance of a response, his footsteps fade away.

well. if he died, he knew very well who he’d be haunting.

phone tucked into the pockets of his pajamas, his hands wring nervously, itching to grant himself the gift of sight once more. and why did you suddenly hang up? he hopes you’re okay. anything could happen these days, and he’d be damned if anything happened to you—

a pair of arms circle around his waist. he tenses, skin chilled from the slight press of cold fabric against his white shirt, and holds his breath. silence tears him apart for what seems like hours. then,

“you can take off the blindfold.”

his heart drops sixty feet into the ground, and then soars right back up into the sky.

laughter swarms his ears as he hastily undoes the knot tied sloppily at the back of his head, light swarming back unforgivingly, but he doesn’t care. not when he’s sure he’s just just heard your voice.

he blinks rapidly, silently begging for his vision to clear.

“don’t cry,” you laugh, hands moving to cup his face, and now he’s definitely crying, crushing you to his body and burying his face into your neck. how couldn’t he? when it’s been months since he’s last seen you, since he’s last gotten to hold you?

he needs to take the time to memorize the shape of you again. needs to run his hands over the curves and dips, overwhelmed by your sudden presence with the need to touch like a man starved.

“i thought you…” he tries to say, but all the words he’s ever practiced to say to your face fall apart the second the tips of your thumbs brush away stray tears.

“early flight. someone pulled enough strings.”

jeonghan halfheartedly salutes somewhere behind your head, and any and all thoughts of haunting him quickly dissipates. he’ll get him a cheese platter or something. just as soon as he gets used to having you this close once again.

“happy birthday,” you whisper into his embrace. his response is something akin to a sob, embarrassingly so, but you only squeeze him tighter in response.

“missed you.” please don’t leave again. “missed you so much.”

“i’m not going anywhere.” i’m here.

back home ⟡ the archive ⟡ join my taglist ⟡ last post

452 notes · View notes

halaboyz · 3 years ago

Text

crowns and thorns, jyh

pairing: royal king! yunho x gn! reader genre: angst wc: 1.6k warnings: major character death, profanities, blood, swords, plagues, let me know if i missed anything ! notes: this is based and inspired on that scene in hotel del luna, and is also based on gina's work one step forward, three steps back! please give it and gina lots of love <3

a/n: HAPPIEST BIRTHDAY TO MY LOVELY LOVELY GINA !! @sunlightwoo !!! i still can't believe i am moots with you and NOW i'm giving u a small token of appreciation on your birthday :( ILYSM and enjoy !!! i hope you are having a blast muah

“Like I’d forget about you and the forgotten village. I promise I’ll come back for you and the forgotten village.”

You stare at the nothingness, the first time the blinking stars didn’t show up despite being the village that is known for its breathtaking night sky with thousands and millions of stars show in the view every night— the Cosmos village.

Maybe it was a sign.

The lack of stars that you found staring at every night after his coronation— which was a little over two years ago, was your last straw. It felt emptier, now that you were sitting right where he promised you baseless words, and you stupidly believed them.

You thought he’d be a great king. You should’ve known better that he’ll just turn out like how everyone else is— how his father was. As he sat on the throne, the moment he sat on the throne, you should’ve known than to believe he’d even bat an eye on your beloved village.

Your beloved village that has now gone to ashes.

Two years ago, despite being the forgotten village with 10 people including you— five being children and two being too old of age to support their families, only three adults have managed to keep the village going, helping each other to your best abilities. Because if you weren’t going to help each other, who will?

That’s the question that shouldn’t have gone when Yunho left.

You believed his promises too much that you let your guards down.

Your eyes hopelessly drifted down to the bright lights emitting from the castle from the dark sky, as if all the stars were in the castle itself.

“And they have time for balls,” A scoff leaves your lips, and even with the disbelief that you’re feeling, tears filled your eyes once again. “It’s been two years and you’re still crying,” Disappointment over the friend you trusted, you stand up from where you’re standing, tattered pants now full of ashes and you didn’t bother dusting it off.

It was a sign. The stars that were nowhere to be found tonight.

And you were going to follow it.

As you lifelessly, yet habitually walk through the central village, a lot of those who knew you were only giving you pitiful stares and apologetic smiles. As much as they missed the old y/n— the one who smiled as if the forgotten village they’re residing in is not forgotten, the one who did nothing but help the people around them, they still understand the fact that they cannot, ever, bring the old y/n back.

How bad you must’ve been feeling when you were the only one to survive the plague.

You were only minding your own life, reminiscing the memories you had when you were still able to help the only people you called family when you are suddenly pulled to a narrow alley, his voice more painfully familiar than you would like it to be as he wore commoner clothes.

“y/n,” He looks and sounds livelier than he should’ve been, even giving you a light hug before meeting your eyes.

“Wooyoung.” You only give him a small smile, and with him– you’re reminded of everything. Your family, your smiles, Yunho. It only makes your eyes well up, and your chest only becomes impossibly heavier.

“God, how have you been? It’s been so busy in the palace I literally have no idea what goes on outside,” Wooyoung explains, unaware of the tears flowing out of your eyes because of the darkness of the alley.

“I could only imagine,” You mumble, lowering your head only because you can’t bear seeing him right now— him at his highest because finally, he thinks his friend was doing so well in the throne, and you being one of the many proofs that he is, while you, on the other hand, is in your lowest’s lowest.

“Anyway! Yunho is about to make his first rounds around the kingdom! Isn’t that nice?!” Wooyoung has finally pulled you out of the alley, and you could now see people making their way out of their home’s warmth to welcome the king. “He couldn’t do his rounds on his first year because of the plague so… I’m just glad to be here,” Wooyoung excitedly grabs on your arm as he jumps around, looking afar to see the armored men already making his way to where you were. “I wanted to see from the people’s perspective so I’m here! I’m so glad I ran into you, He’s here!” Wooyoung pats your arm as he points at Yunho who had his head held high as he rode on the horse and for a second, you felt so proud of what he’s become. But that’s only for a second.

Because the minute your eyes met, even from far away, it makes you all remember again. How you see your family die right in front of your eyes one by one, how you begged for help to save them but nothing came, how his promises became a lie.

He almost smiles at you, but it stopped only because you only gazed at him with tearful eyes, and he can’t fathom why when he’s only acted poise and elegant for you. He wanted to see how you’re so proud of him— just like how you said before he came back to the palace from your village.

But you only avoid his eyes, and he feels his shoulder slouch the slightest when you do.

“What…” Yunho mumbles, a small pout forming on his lips. He remains like that the rest of his rounds. Even though he isn’t knowledgeable of Wooyoung pulling you to follow the king, you remain on his mind all day.

He should’ve known.

He should’ve known before, he should’ve known when he met your eyes even for a brief second.

He should’ve known before, not when you draw a sword at him, now holding it right at his neck.

You’ve caused so much chaos at the palace, half of his guards left lying in their own pool of blood. He doesn’t know how you did it— but with the anger overflowing out of you right now, he thinks anything is possible. His hand motions to halt the other guards now standing guard, along with an obviously shocked Wooyoung in the big doors, the stars he always gazed at beaming so bright through the windows as he saw how much you were broken— as much as the stars in the night sky he adored.

“y/n…” He carefully mumbles, his hands slowly making their way cautiously to yours to stop you.

“Do not… even think of it, Jeong.” He breaks when he hears your voice crack, tears also forming in his own eyes to see the once was so beautiful person in his eyes, now so desperate for avenging what happened. “I… trusted you. You promised— and I… I believed you. I told you you’d be a great king. Well, I didn’t think you weren’t going to be for all,” A scoff of disbelief leaves your lips, your glare at him not softening for a second.

He just stares. Yunho does nothing but stares at you, and he hopes he’s able to deliver what he wanted to say with his eyes. Countless apologies, that is. Yearning for you, mourning for your family.

But the thing is, it’s all too late.

“...Yunho. I watched each that was left in that village die. I begged your guards for a doctor— even just one fucking doctor, and maybe I could’ve saved even just one of them… you know what they said? Yunho… they said the king only funded for the central... village,” You laugh incredulously nodding mockingly. “The next thing I know… they were burning the village to stop the plague from spreading. Everybody avoided me, fired me from jobs because, well, I understand they’re afraid of me having it,” Your voice finally softens, “You’re a fucking hypocrite. You’re just like your father,” Your nod slowly becomes a soft shake of the head in a disapproving way, and he hates how you’re so harsh, yet so right.

“I’m sorry…” You don’t even let Yunho finish his sentence before you dismiss him with a hush, and maybe with a little push of the sword closer to his neck, but he doesn’t break eye contact with you. If you must kill him for what he did, which he deserved, he’ll understand. If you’ll be mad at him for eternity, he’ll understand. But what he wants right now is to grant you peace, grant you the assurance that indeed, it will not happen again. “Please… let’s talk first. You’re one, we’re many. You’ll… you’ll get exiled. If not, executed, y/n. I’m sorry, but this time around—,”

“Don’t worry. Because unlike you, Jeong, I am a man of my word,”

“No!” Yunho only exclaims as he catches you with his hands, his royal uniform now stained with his love’s blood, terror seen in his eyes. You had drawn your own sword back away from his neck, pushing it against your chest in one swift move. “No… no…” He mumbles, asking Wooyoung and the guards for help but nothing came, you were already convicted for treason the moment you had drawn your sword on the king, you deserved no right of help— but not that it was needed.

Yunho only wails, taking you into his arms as he looked around hopelessly.

He remembers— how you said if you wanted to hurt him, you would’ve done it long before. You kept your word. And he wanted to keep his.

The only problem was, he had no one to grant his words now. You were gone, along with your family, and now the forgotten village— no, the Cosmos village, is also now gone along the stars. He wonders if you took his heart with you because when you took your last breath, he swears he felt his heart stop along with yours.

permanent taglist: @babygay-stay @90s-belladonna @grassbutneo @cosmiclele @moonieric @shingisimp @changmin-wrlds @kurosism @choielyssa @hwarora @miriamxsworld @mavericsohn @yunkiwii @enivivs @mingi-banana @woahhwa @allorysayshi @joshuaseyes @defjcm @nycol-ie @sanshineeeeee @fluffyju @squiishymeow @icedcoffeesunwoo @sunwoahkim @woobly @deobibu (to be on my taglist: open!)

networks: @ficscafe @destinyverse @8makes1teamnet @koffeenet @kflixnet

92 notes · View notes

lale-txt · 3 years ago

Text

a trip to Sabaody Park w/ Rosinante & OC (+ family) ♡

a/n: the happiest birthday to Sunny, my beloved! @rosiinante wishing you nothing but softness and happiness. being your friend feels like bathing in sunshine, making my heart feel so, so warm. i hope you'll know every day just how loved you are. kissing you softly on the forehead and can't wait to give you the biggest hug in person one day. i love you lots!! <3

word count: 3.2k

“You’re here! You’re finally here! You made it!”

They can hear her long before the small silhouette on top of the hill grows bigger and bigger, running towards them at the speed of light, arms waving over her head. Sunny drops their luggage and by way of precaution hands Marisol over to her father before they spread their arms wide open, waiting for their friend to jump into them. Their laughter fills every corner of Sabaody as they see their friend stumbling almost, not slowing down a bit, picking up more speed with tiny cat ears and a tail fluttering in the wind.

Renge flies straight into Sunny’s arms, making the two fall over into the grass, both of them giggling and crying and holding each other’s faces, almost in disbelief that this was real, that they were really here in person and not just a voice on the other end of the transponder snail. Like two children they roll around, kissing each other’s cheeks, calling out their names over and over again to confirm that this was not a dream.

“I missed you so much!” – “I missed you even more!!”

Meanwhile another person slowly walks down the hill, waving to the group with a friendly smile. Rayleigh had his glasses pushed into his hair, one hand in his pocket as he came to greet their long-awaited guests. Renge lends Sunny a hand to help them get up again, fluffing up their white coat again and picking out tiny twigs from it, both still laughing. As they slowly catch their breaths again, Rosinante hands their daughter over to Law before he lights himself a cigarette and finally the group gets to say their warm welcomes; Renge and Sunny hugging longer than anyone else, no one wanting to let go first, so Rosinante just takes the bundle of them into his arms while shaking hands with Rayleigh over Renge’s shoulder and Rayleigh patting Sunny’s head in the middle of the sandwich. After what feels like an eternity they let go, wiping away some happy tears before the kids also greet their hosts.

“Both of you have gotten so big! How old are you now, Law? Seventeen?”, Renge asks and pinches Law’s cheek (he rolls his eyes but lets her), before she squats down to an eye level with Marisol, stretching out a hand for her. “Last time I saw you, you were still a baby and this one–” She points behind her to Rayleigh, “carried you around nonstop. I didn’t even get a chance to properly hold you. You fell asleep so fast to his sea shanties while your parents were out for their anniversary.”

Marisol hides behind the legs of her older brother, looking back and forth between her parents (who gave her encouraging smiles and words of affirmation) and the unknown lady with cat features (that clearly sparked her interest). With one hand clenching around her plush polar bear, the little girl gathers all her courage and wraps her hand around two of Renge’s fingers, shaking them carefully and making the zoan cry on the spot from the softness of it.

Followed by more laughter the group makes their way towards the small house on top of the hill, Rosinante slipping at least three times but still manages to not drop the luggage and Sunny happily chatting about their journey, mentioning that they stopped by at Sengoku’s place earlier and how the old man found a new hobby in the art of cake dekor. Rayleigh opens the wooden garden door and lets the guests step in first, kissing Renge on the cheek as she passes by.

“All those flowers…”, Sunny raves, twirling around in their heart-patterned dress, their fluffy coat swinging softly with every movement. “And that flower bed over there…” They point to a spot where tulips in all colors are growing, surrounded by huge sunflowers that point towards them as if they were the sun. Renge smiles and squeezes the hand of her friend, no words were needed for them to know that this was a tribute to their everlasting friendship.

Rayleigh takes the bags and brings them upstairs into the guest rooms while the little family and Renge look at the photos decorating the hallway. Rosinante has an arm around Sunny, holding them tight as they lean onto him, both of them smiling peacefully as Law picks up Marisol to hold her up towards the framed pictures.

“See? There’s mum and dad when they were young.” “Why is dad all patched up there?” Law looks over his shoulder to his dad who has a band-aid across his nose, it has rainbow colors and came fresh from Sunny’s purse. They both grin. “Because not much has changed ever since.” Sunny pulls their husband down by his collar and gives him a kiss on the cheek, leaving a faint lipstick mark where their lips touched his skin. They were as deeply in love as they were when they first confessed to each other, their bond growing only stronger ever since. Renge leans against the wall, watching the small family with a full heart. It felt so nice having them all here at her home. They were her home, no matter how far apart they lived. She points to another photo on the wall, showing her and Sunny at the beach, both holding up their ice cream, wind fluttering in their hair. “This was taken on the day your mom and I met! From the very first second we knew that we were soul sisters.” Sunny hugs their friend from behind and Renge leans into their touch, closing her eyes for a second. Marisol takes the chance and leans over from the safety of her brother’s arms to touch the cat ears, making them twitch under her tickly touch, Renge’s tail standing up in excitement. The little girl looks back and forth between the tail and Law’s hat, both having the same pattern, probably marking the moment she accepted the woman as her aunt.

While Renge and Rayleigh excuse themselves to the kitchen to prepare dinner, the family explores the guest rooms and the rest of the house, freshening up in the bathroom after their long journey and unpacking their belongings. Sunny admires the fresh flowers on the nightstand, a colorful bouquet with some of their favorites in it, the fresh lavender giving forth a calm scent. The kids run outside to play in the garden, exploring the tree house Rayleigh had built, with its little slide and swings hanging from a thick branch. Law is carefully showing his little sister around the place while he discovers the stack of books that Renge brought from the library for him, wanting him to feel welcome and at home in this place, too. Meanwhile the parents have a little dance in their room to the sound of the vinyl playing softly in the background, Rosinante lifting his tiny wife up with ease as he swirls them around, carefully so he doesn’t trip – he still does, but they fall over onto the bed, landing softly between many pillows where they giggle and cuddle for a few more minutes. Life felt like a dream sometimes whenever they held each other close, two tiny universes colliding.

When they join Renge and Rayleigh in the kitchen, the couple is almost ready with dinner preparations. It smelled heavenly in there, several pots and pans cooking on the stove as Rayleigh hummed a little sea shanty while stirring, Renge setting the dinner table outside in the garden. She presses Sunny and Rosinante two full wine glasses in their hands.

“Ahh, but the kids…” – “We stay sober and watch the kids. You two enjoy your vacation! And the new mattress, maybe…” Renge waggles her eyebrows and clinks glasses with them, sipping ice tea out of a straw. She gestures to them to sit down and then carries large plates full of food outside, the table divided by an invisible line into bread enjoyers and bread deniers. Sunny munches happily the freshly baked loaf, homemade spread on top, while Rosinante and the kids are huddled over onigiri with various fillings. Rayleigh feeds Renge a handful of grapes while they lean back in their chairs, happily watching the little family enjoying their food and their presence. With the sun slowly setting, the garden is illuminated by many fairy lights hanging from the trees and small lanterns on the table and the floor, painting everyone at the table in a warm light.

Law sits in his chair reading, dozing off every few minutes with his head resting against Sunny’s shoulder, while Marisol fell asleep a while ago, safe and sound in the arms of her dad who only caught fire once at one of the lanterns. The conversation is soft, warm words falling out of tired mouths, tongues heavy from dinner and overflowing love. They could fall asleep on the spot but the promise of a comfy bed makes them get up eventually. Renge kisses Sunny goodnight on the cheek and takes Marisol for a minute into her arms so Rosinante can carry Law to bed, just like he did when the boy was much smaller. Sunny and their husband change into their matching pajamas and brush their teeth together in the dimly lit bathroom, rubbing their tired eyes while Renge and Rayleigh coo over the little girl, gently brushing her hair and patting her back, carefully to not wake her up though. It takes all of their strength to hand them over to her parents again, wishing them a good night again before they close the door behind them.

Rosinante rubs Sunny’s shoulders before they turn off the lights, covering every inch of the back of their neck with kisses. Marisol sleeps peacefully in her own little bed, her polar bear plush wrapped in her arms. The parents seek each other's embrace in the dark, exchanging a few more soft kisses and confessions before they sink into a deep slumber, exhausted from the long day but with hearts and stomachs full, the moon watching over the small family.

Music and happy chatter is coming from the kitchen the next morning when Sunny and their husband walk downstairs, Marisol still sleepy in her mother’s arms. Law was already sitting at the big kitchen table, sharing a newspaper with Rayleigh over breakfast, just two old men enjoying their morning ritual together while Renge is busy preparing bento boxes for everyone, wearing the apron with leopard print Sunny got her for her birthday years ago. Sunny and Rosinante sit down and one second later big mugs of coffee are standing in front of them.

“Just let me help you with the bento boxes, please.”, Sunny begs but gets pushed down softly by the shoulders into their chair again by Renge. “Shh. Let me pamper you all a bit. You’ll need all your energy today anyway for Sabaody Park.” She boops Marisol’s nose gently, making the child giggle and hide her face in the crook of her mother’s neck. “I bet this one wants to ride the carousel until we all get dizzy from watching alone.”

Rosinante stands in the doorframe leading to the garden outside, smoking his first cigarette of the day, his gaze full of love as he watches his little family. Law being comfortable around unfamiliar people, Sunny looking carefree and at peace, excited for the day and Marisol being the curious and adorable child that she was, sneaking into everyone’s hearts with ease. It was all he ever wished for, his perfect happy ending to a story that will live on for as long as the stars shine brightly from the night sky and the falling snow will bring nothing but calmness and a love bigger than any universe.

To Marisol’s absolute delight Renge shows her her beast form, licking the little girl across the whole face and enjoying some well deserved belly rubs from her while the rest clean up the kitchen and the breakfast table, Law preventing his parents smashing several plates with their clumsiness and Rosinante and Sunny exchanging soft kisses over the kitchen sink. Everyone gets dressed, excited chatter filling the house until the whole group gathers outside, making their way to Sabaody Park. Sunny swings hands with Renge while Rosinante has an arm around his wife’s shoulder and holds Marisol in the other; Law and Rayleigh walking in front of them, still deep in talk about some obscure old men topic probably, they seem to have lots of fun though.

Sunny lists all the sweets they want to try, ignoring the fact that they’ll probably get a tummy ache by the end of the day, Marisol’s eyes follow the bubbles rising towards the sky, mesmerized by this unique phenomenon of the archipelago. Rosinante kisses her chubby cheeks softly, patiently explaining to her how the bubbles work and that people use them as transportation on this island. Sunny can’t help but feel so warm whenever they saw how strong the bond between their daughter and their husband was, also feeling proud of Law for growing into this amazing human being and big brother. This little family was all they ever dreamt of.

Sabaody Park was a lot. Bright lights everywhere, it smelled deliciously from every corner, small groups of people walking in every direction, children screaming in excitement about all the different attractions. Once they agree on a meeting point in case someone gets lost, the group flings themselves into the fun. Still full from breakfast they’re able to resist the temptations of every food stall, instead they check out the carousels first, spinning round and round on every possible seat – Marisol prefered the ones that looked like animals and wouldn’t stop giggling, Rosinante had troubles fitting his long legs anywhere but somehow he always made it. Law’s face was very neutral the whole ride but inside he was having the fun of his life, especially because Rayleigh explained to him how the carousel worked and the origin story of Sabaody Park. Sunny and Renge shared a wooden pony together, flowing up and down as the carousel spun round and round, their imagination carrying them to their next adventure.

The group gets soaked on the wildwater ride and gets lost in the mirror cabinets, a dozen Rosinantes slipping and falling on their asses at once until they make it outside again, not before everyone bumped nose first against a mirror at least twice. They buy the photos that get taken on the rollercoaster, the expressions varying from absolutely horrified to maximum fun. Rayleigh stays with his lover who needs to sit down for a minute after experiencing a looping for the first and last time in her life while the little family hops on the teacup ride, spinning round and round and waving at the couple every time they pass by.

Hours have passed since they got to Sabaody Park and they still haven’t tried every ride, but first it was time for a little snack break. They brought the bentos that Renge prepared for everyone but decided to buy some fancy and sugary drinks at the park so they wouldn’t have to carry them around on top.

“Why don’t we take the kids and grab some drinks…” Renge links arms with Law and Rayleigh lifts Marisol up on his shoulders. “...and you two take a ride on the ferris wheel? Just the two of you? We’ll meet you again at the tables over there.” She winks at Sunny and Rosinante who exchange a glance. After all, why not? They knew their children were in good hands and they didn’t get much time alone lately. Not that they mind, they loved nothing more but time spent as family together, but for the sake of the old days when it was just them…?

As they watch their kids leaving towards the food stalls, asking their aunt and uncle excited about all the drinks they want to try and knowing well that they’ll return with a sugar rush because they will be absolutely spoiled by their friends, Rosinante takes Sunny’s hand in his and gives it a slight squeeze.

“Shall we, my love?”

Sunny nods and smiles as they walk towards the big ferris wheel. Somehow it felt like they were love drunk teenagers again, standing giggling in line. Rosinante has his arm wrapped around Sunny’s shoulder, them leaning against him and enjoying the warmth he was radiating. He was their whole world, the love of their life. No one could compare to him, their best friend ever since they were kids, growing into lovers over time.

They get into their gondola, just the two of them and sit down opposite of each other, suddenly a bit shy. Where did all those butterflies come from just now? Rosinante pulls his hat down to hide his blushing cheeks while Sunny teases him, their cheeks flushed as well, both of them laughing loudly about the whole situation. It was as if they stepped into a time machine.

“Hey, Sunny… come here.” Rosinante adjusts his hat and opens his arms, wrapping them around Sunny when they take a seat in his lap, their back against his chest. He kisses the side of their neck, leaving lipstick marks everywhere, their pink hair tickling his nose softly as they sink deeper into his embrace, every muscle of their body relaxing. The ferris wheel is moving slowly, carrying them to the top. The view over whole Sabaody Archipelago was stunning, bubbles rising up from the ground everywhere, the huge trees holding everything together, older as times. The couple loved their little house at the shore with its beautiful sunsets, but a change of scenery every now and then was certainly lovely, too. They had a turbulent life and went through many obstacles together that life put in their way, but they never gave up, no matter how desperate times were.

Just when their gondola was about to reach the highest spot, Sunny shifts around and faces their husband, straddling him as they reach for his lips. They have their arms wrapped around his neck, resting their forehead against his. That’s how he made them feel – on top of the world, flying towards the sun, except he was the sun. And they would always fly into his open arms, into the safety of them. There was no love greater than the one between the two of them, no bond stronger than the one they had. They were indestructible. Rosinante pulls them closer, a hand at the back of their neck, the other on their hips, whispered words falling into their open mouth between a hundred kisses.

“I love you. I love you so much. I love you more than anything. You’re my whole world. You’re my everything. I love you. I love you. I love you.”

#donquixote rosinante #rosinante x oc #corazon x oc #one piece x oc

12 notes · View notes

bounce-a-coin-off-your-witcher · 4 years ago

Text

such a man as all the world

happiest of birthdays to the lovely @newnamesamecharlotte ! I hope you enjoy this “Romeo and Juliet” themed ficlet. I’m probably going to post a smutty follow up ficlet sometime next week :3

art by @mawbwehownets

Romeo and Juliet au - 16th century Italy but make it the Witcher - secret wedding au

tw: none, just cute fluffiness

Jaskier slunk down the alleyway with the hood of his borrowed cape pulled low over his face. The extra material cast his features in shadow and obscured his identity from the milling crowd of worshippers and merchants nearby. The last thing he wanted was to be discovered by one of his kinsmen before the marriage rites had been completed by his beloved advisor.

The high stone wall of the temple was cool where it had been shaded from the sun and Jaskier let one finger slide along it as he walked. He felt the tension slowly draining from his shoulders as he moved away from the bustle of the street and further into the shadowy alley.

With a bright grin and bouncing steps, Jaskier finally reached the door that separated the outside world from Friar Vesemir’s set of private rooms. It was an enormous stately door made of thick oak, which hung on three sturdy leather hinges, all three of which creaked ominously as Jaskier managed to tug it slowly open and slip inside.

He shied away from the row of lit torches lining the far wall and stuck to the shadowed half of the passageway, the bottom hem his over-large cape sweeping the smooth granite floors as he searched out his confessor.

“Friar Vesemir?” he called nervously, poking his hooded head into the door of the Friar’s antechamber. “Hello?”

From further inside the suite Jaskier heard the grey-haired Friar mutter a warning: “These violent delights have violent ends, like fire and powder which, as they kiss, consume.”

“You worry too much,” Geralt’s low timbre replied, serious but still playful. “We shall follow your instructions and avoid the main roads out of town, good Friar. Our parents shall not separate us no matter how desperately they try, and I assure you that no harm shall come to Jaskier. I swear this on my life.”

“Is this the voice of my ghostly confessor?” Jaskier inquired, stepping inside. As soon as Geralt’s eyes landed on the smiling figure of his love he rushed across the room to gather Jaskier in his arms, holding him close against that warm, broad chest.

“Geralt shall thank you for us both,” Vesemir said, waving his hand in their direction. He turned to examine his heap of scribbled texts and left the two lovers to speak in near-privacy for a moment.

“I must thank him doubly well,” Jaskier sighed, looking up into the golden eyes of his true love. “For without him there would be no holy union on this day.”

“Fairest Julian - my beloved Jaskier -” Geralt lifted one hand from Jaskier’s waist to caress his cheek, cupping the warm skin against his palm. The other arm he used to pull their bodies closer, until their chests were pressed flush together. The younger man’s plush lips fell open with a little gasp of surprise and Geralt felt the heat of Jaskier’s blush against his fingertips, “If our joy should be equally matched, for my own seems to spring from a boundless fountain fed by Aphrodite herself, then my heart rests easy in my chest.”

“With every passing moment I love you more,” Jaskier asserted. He wound his arms around Geralt’s waist and grinned brightly, “Your gaze is like the sun upon my face and I ache for your light.”

Vesemir pulled his ceremonial robe over his head and sent the two youngsters a meaningful glance. “Enough of this idle love-talk. Make haste to the altar, my children, and we shall make short work of your wedding vows. Melitele shall make two hearts into one and bless us with a glorious dawn, the dawn of a new era of love and acceptance within the borders of Kaedwen.”

Jaskier removed the cape Geralt had lent him and set it on the back of a nearby chair, revealing his wedding clothes to his appreciative fiancé. He turned in a quick circle to show off the white satin doublet and the baby blue trousers, the outfit he’d opted not to wear that fateful ball several months before. The night he’d met Geralt for the first time and fallen head-over-heels in love with the handsome, dashing White Wolf.

The only son of his family’s rival clan. Of course.

Geralt took Jaskier’s hand and brushed a light kiss to the back of his knuckles. “You’re absolutely breathtaking, my love.”

“Children, please,” Vesemir said, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Let us continue the ceremony.”

“Aye,” Geralt grinned. He took Jaskier by the hand and led him from the room.

---

“And now before the eyes of Melitele, myself, and holy temple spirits, I do pronounce you married.”

Geralt and Jaskier blinked up at the priest with wide, glowing eyes. The white-haired man quietly cleared his throat and asked, “May I kiss him?”

“It wouldn’t be a proper wedding without a kiss, would it?” Vesemir replied.

With a shout of joy, Geralt leaned forward and pressed his lips against Jaskier’s. They were husbands now. There was nothing the city officials could do to break them apart, nothing their parents could do to break the union and return Jaskier to his previous betrothed.

They belonged together.

Tonight they would ride north to Geralt’s family cottage, which he had provisioned for this exact occasion. They would stay there while the news blew over, enjoying a month-long honeymoon at the foot of the mountains. Alone.

Geralt stood and lifted Jaskier into his arms, carrying him from the ceremonial antechamber and into the temple courtyard. Vesemir followed, trying to hide his grin; a new day was dawning.

And it was going to be full of love.

#HAPPY BIRTHDAY ELLIE #geraskier #geraskeir romeo and juliet au #romeo and juliet au #geraskier fluff #marriage au #wedding au #geraskier wedding #geraskier shakespeare au #fluff and marriage #happy birthday ellie!#geraskier ficlet #art by signe

93 notes · View notes

941704 · 3 years ago

Photo

U CUBE:

#HAPPY_HONGSEOK_DAY

[LEFT SIDE]

HONGSEOK: #HAPPY_HONGSEOK_DAY

JINHO: Hongseok-ah, happy birthday!! Let's call it even on the gifts 😎

HUI: Hongseokie, happy birthday!! Even though you've got to leave our sides for a little while, but before that, go do everything that you've wanted to, Hongseokie♡♡ Always be healthy and let's be happy!! A really happy birthday to youuu!!!!

SHINWON: Hongseokie hyung, happy birthday. I don't know how much of a relief it is to be able to congratulate [you on your birthday] while personally looking at your face... Don't go...

YEOONE: Hongseokie hyung! Just as always, this year too, I hope you're healthy and have a happy birthday! Our precious hyung, instead of a birthday this year where you will gain muscles, have a birthday where you'll be eating lots of tasty food💙

YUTO: My Hongseok hyung! An ever-kind hyung, I like.

KINO: Shinwonnie hyung's occasional role model🙆🏼‍♂️I hope you have the happiest and most enjoyable birthday more than anyone else❤️

WOOSEOK: Beloved third [eldest] Hongseokie hyung, a really happy birthday and let's fix a common time and go have something tasty ㅎㅎ Because hyung's smiling face is pretty, let there be filled with only be enjoyable and things that make you smile always 😁 There are many things that I'm thankful to hyung for so please look out for me in the future too~ 😊 I love you❤️❤️

[RIGHT SIDE]

UNIVERSE: If there's a unique way in which I spend my birthday, that is? HONGSEOK: To exercise the part of my body that I like the most!

UNIVERSE: If there's something that you'd like to achieve by your next birthday, that is? HONGSEOK: Life in the military where I don't fall sick or get hurt!

UNIVERSE: If you were to express your birthday this round with 3 hashtags? HONGSEOK: #SPRING #HEALTH #BLESSED

UNIVERSE: A word to myself who's celebrating my birthday♥ HONGSEOK: Always be grateful to UNIs who gift me happy birthday, Hongseok! ♡

UNIVERSE: A word to fans who wished me happy birthday♥ HONGSEOK: UNIVERSE! Thank you for wishing me well and cherishing me more than anybody else♡ As a birthday celebration, let us do cheating (T/N: cheating day for people on diet) today ♡

#pentagon #ptg #hongseok #yang hongseok #ot8 #hongseok day 2022 #220417 #p: u cube #era: in:vite u

2 notes · View notes

mrslilyrogers · 5 years ago

Text

Betrayal Part 3

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: (AU) Set in New York. You and Bucky have been married for 5 years. He’s the love of your life and you are his. At least, you thought you were until he started slipping away from you, coming home late and smelling of another woman’s perfume? You are in denial. Are you just losing your mind or are you really losing him?

Author’s Notes: Hi guys! I am so overwhelmed by the response I’ve gotten from this!! Thank you all so much for bearing with me. I’ve had this idea for a while after countless times of listening to Sam Smith’s I’m not the only one LOL I’m so glad you guys are loving it! Here is the next part, we get to see a bit more about their background and their friends. I hope you all like it! Enjoy!

WARNINGS: ANGST, CHEATING

Part 1 Part 2

It was a warm, sunny day as Y/N, dressed in her favorite blue sundress, walked the streets of New York. She lifted her face up to the sky and smiled. It had been so long since she felt good about herself. The weather helped in getting her out of her slump but it was mostly because of her friends, Nat and Wanda, who insisted on having an impromptu girls night the night before. She decided not to tell them about her problems with Bucky as she didn’t want them to change the way they looked at him. They were a closely-knit group of college friends after all, a family. Besides, she still had no idea what to do. It was one thing to accept it in her head but her heart couldn’t seem to agree and add that to the fact that Nat would’ve probably told Clint, which wouldn’t have ended well.

So, for a night, she decided to put all her insecurities about her marriage on pause while she caught up with her friends, particularly Nat. She was the one who had insisted they go out because she had big news to tell and it turned out it was huge, she was finally pregnant! She and her husband, Bruce, had been trying for years so this was a huge deal for her. She was scared though, having gone through miscarriages in the past. The girls were quick to assure her that everything would turn out well, sure that they would be having a tiny, little redhead kicking butts in their family soon. Nat had laughed and told them it might as well be a baby who could spew equations before it could even walk. She then turned serious and made them promise not to tell anyone since she hasn’t even told Bruce yet, pointedly looking at Y/N, when she specifically mentioned the boys, Bucky, Steve and Clint. Y/N wanted to tell her that wouldn’t be a problem since she barely talked to Bucky but kept her mouth shut instead. No thinking of Bucky tonight, no thinking of Bucky tonight, she had reminded herself over and over until they fell back into reminiscing about their lives at college. It was still so mind boggling how far they’ve come from their days of drinking cheap beer from the bar across their university.

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Bucky had his arm wrapped around Y/N’s shoulder while his other held a bottle of beer poised at his lips, he couldn’t help the laugh that escaped him as they watched their friend, Clint, make his way up to the girl at the bar.

“He is shooting himself in the foot. He’s drunk, he wouldn’t be able to get on with her,” Wanda skeptically told the group, looking horrified.

“Oh come on, Wanda, have a little faith,” Nat tsked as she laughed, knowing the odds were against her best friend but found the situation hilarious and so she had egged him on.

“Nat, you are evil!” Y/N pitched in.

“This is really bad,” Steve said, shaking his head when Clint started making gestures of shooting an arrow in the air, then clutching his heart, probably giving out the cheesiest pick up line ever. Bucky just shook his head and laughed.

“Did he just pretend to be shot by an arrow through the heart? Why does he always end up giving the cheesiest pick up lines when he’s drunk?” Y/N laughingly asked in disbelief.

“Well, why not, it works when I do it to you?” Bucky teased her, a spark in his eye.

“No, it really doesn’t, Buck,” Y/N denied, smiling at him indulgently. Bucky made a move as if his phone was ringing, he picked it up and pretended to be in a call while his friends continued to watch Clint make an ass of himself.

“Babe,” He suddenly looked serious as he turned at her.

“Hm?” Y/N looked back at him, dragging her attention away from the spectacle in front of them.

“Cupid just called. He told me to tell you to give me my heart back.”

“Oh my god, Bucky, I swear, that’s so bad! That’s the worst you’ve ever said,” Y/N cringed and jokingly moved his face away from hers. Steve chuckled from his place while Nat and Wanda cringed in disbelief.

“Wow, you’re worse than Clint,” Wanda interjected, taking a sip from her beer, while Bucky ignored her.

“Ugh, I love that laugh! You know the only thing I wanna change about you?” Bucky asked again.

“What?” Y/N replied on a long sigh, knowing it would be best to just ride this out.

“Your last name,” Bucky replied, looking a little more serious as he stared into her eyes. He swore he only said it as a joke but as he thought on it, he knew it deep in his gut. This was the girl he was going to marry. He looked at her softly, letting out a breath, a gentle smile playing on his lips. Y/N tried to look indignant and scoffed it off to keep their banter light but the look in his eyes sent a flush running from her neck to her face. She shook her head softly, the corners of her mouth tilting up before she leaned in and kissed him, putting a hand behind his neck to drag him down, Bucky’s hands settling on her waist, pulling her closer. Someone in the table wolf-whistled and they broke off with a laugh.

“Well, I’m gonna go get Clint, I actually feel bad for that girl,” Nat had said before giving a wink to the couple and strutting out of the table.

“I’m gonna get a beer, you guys want some?” Wanda chimed in after finishing the last drops from her glass.

“I’ll go with you,” Y/N said, giving a kiss to Bucky’s cheek, before standing up herself.

Steve looked at Bucky, a knowing smile on his face, this was the happiest he’s seen his best friend.

“Your pick-up lines work huh?” He teased.

“I’m gonna marry that girl, Steve,” Bucky said as he watched her link her arms with Wanda at the bar, a smile cracking up her face when she looked back at him.

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

“Well, someone’s in a good mood,” Someone from her right told her when she reached Lizzie’s school with five minutes to spare until the little rascal was released.

“Tony! How are you?” She said, giving him a hug, surprised to see him here.

“Good, good. You know, same old, the missus bossing me around to leave my lab every once in a while to run her errands,” he raised the grocery bag he was holding to show her. It was incredibly sweet how they choose to run their household themselves, when they could probably have servants at their disposal.

“Figured I could pick Morgan up since I’m already out,”

“Aww, that’s sweet. You know, Lizzie’s been bugging me about this camping trip with Morgan?”

“Oh right that! Didn’t I message you about it? I’m bringing the family out camping the next weekend. Lizzie should come! That’s all Morgan ever really talks about,”

Y/N was a bit starstruck at how she’s literally brushing elbows with the Starks and how big of a deal it was that she was hand picked by Tony to cater for his beloved daughter’s birthday. One look at that man and anyone would know he was clearly smitten by her.

“Well, that sounds like fun! And thanks for inviting Lizzie but I’ll have to think about it. She’s never really had a sleepover yet, and she’ll have to ask her dad too,” Y/N couldn’t imagine letting Lizzie out of her sight for a weekend, she didn’t think she’d be able to sleep out of worry, god, why did they have to grow up so fast?

“Shit!” came a little girl’s voice and they both turned around to see Morgan and Lizzie running up to them.

“Shit, she remembers,” Tony muttered under his breath as Y/N tried to hide her giggle. She bent down to give her daughter a kiss on the cheek while Lizzie automatically held her hand.

“What did I tell you about saying that word?” Tony immediately asked his daughter, picking her up with a kiss to the cheek.

“To say it came from Mommy,” Tony’s eyes bulged out as Morgan smiled at him proudly for remembering what he probably said as a joke.

“You’re too smart for your own good, squirt. But don’t say that word again, or Mommy will have our heads? Okay?” Morgan nodded cheerfully and waved at Y/N, “Hi Y/N!” She wiggled herself off her dad’s arms and linked her hands to Lizzie’s, who was still shyly staring at Tony, not knowing what to do.

“Lizzie, that’s my daddy!” Morgan enthusiastically said as she pointed at her dad.

“Hello, Lizzie I’m Tony, it’s nice to finally meet you,” Tony knelt down and offered his hand to her. She eagerly nodded her head and shook his hand.

“Daddy, that’s my best friend Lizzie!” Morgan chimed in.

“I know, sweetie, you never stop talking about her,” which made Lizzie lose her shyness and let out a giggle.

“You said I was gonna meet your daddy too but now you met mine first!” Morgan told Lizzie and Y/N felt her back stiffen at that. Had Lizzie been excitedly waiting to show off her dad to her friends, only to have him not show up?

“But you met Uncle Steve! He’s the coolest,”

Morgan eagerly agreed with a resounding “Yes!” And the two fell into conversation of just how awesome uncle Steve was with Lizzie taking the lead and Morgan brightly agreeing to every word she said. Y/N wondered how Steve could’ve even managed to charm Morgan, from their probably brief encounter when he picked Lizzie up. She chalked it up to just Steve being Steve, he probably charmed the pants off anybody, no matter the age.

“Now even I wanna meet Prince Charming,” Tony chimed in to Y/N and she just shook her head and laughed, still watching the girls’ animated conversation.

“Squirt, we gotta get going. What do you say, let’s get some ice cream and bring it to mom?” Tony picked up the bouncing Morgan after she gave her best friend a hug goodbye. She chatted about what flavors to get as they all waved at each other and parted ways.

“Bye, Tony!” Lizzie waved back at them when Y/N led her away.

“Bye Liz, it was nice to meet you, kid! Y/N text you about the camping trip! Think about it!” Tony waved back.

“Will do!” Y/N shouted over her shoulder with a smile.

“Mommy, could I please go? Please!” Lizzie turned to her with the cutest puppy dog eyes she’s ever seen. Her hands clasped under her chin, begging.

“Baby, you gotta ask your dad,”

“Oh! Can we get ice cream with daddy?” Lizzie bounced up and down as inspiration struck her.

Y/N tried not to look uncomfortable, she was scared to let her daughter down but odds are he wouldn’t pick up if he saw her name flashing on the screen.

“I don’t know, daddy’s working, Lizzie. But we could get ice cream if you want.”

“Please, Mommy! Can I call daddy?” Lizzie begged and there was nothing Y/N could do but to relent.

“Lizzie, he might be busy okay?” She tried to dissuade her as she eagerly grabbed the phone from her mom as soon as the ringing started, her smile not faltering when no one answered on the other line. She extended the phone back, asking her mom to call again which she reluctantly did. After the second call ended, Lizzie looked up to her mom with the sweet smile still on her face, completely oblivious, and simply just said, “Oh daddy’s busy, can we call Uncle Steve instead?”

“We might disturb him, baby, he’s at work,”

“Please, mommy, just one call,” Y/N still couldn’t say no to her face and she quickly switched the call to Steve.

“Y/N, what’s up?” She heard Steve answer after the third ring.

“Uncle Steve!” Lizzie beamed at the phone.

“Oh hey there, Lizzie!”

“Do you wanna have ice cream?” she immediately asked, looking to Y/N excitedly.

“Oh sweetie, I’m still at work. How about some other time? I could bring you your favorite,” Steve suggested apologetically.

“Awww, how about daddy? Is he there?” Lizzie asked hopefully.

“Uhm, I’m not sure, he’s probably at his office. Why don’t you ask Mommy to give him a call?”

“I already did, he didn’t answer. How about Sam? Can I talk to Sam?” Lizzie asked again, clearly intending to get out of her routine of just going home or to the bakery with her mom. She hasn’t been spending much time with Bucky lately too, and Y/N could see it take a toll on her like today.

“Baby, why don’t we just get ice cream at home, or go to the bakery? Peter’s there, you like Peter,” Y/N suggested cheerfully. Peter worked as a part-time server at the bakery, he’s a good kid, smart too, and always playful and nice to Lizzie.

“But I always see Peter, I wanna see daddy, mommy! or Uncle Steve or Sam, or maybe Aunt Nat and Aunt Wanda?”

“Are you with them too Uncle Steve?” Lizzie asked hopefully again, excitement in her eyes.

“No, sweetie I’m not, but Sam is here,” Steve answered, clearly preoccupied as he shuffled papers on his desk.

“But I’ll tell you what, I could take a little break. How about you and your mommy come and visit the office? I’ll have my secretary get you your favorite ice cream, which is it again? Pistachio isn’t it?” He asked teasingly.

“Ew! Uncle Steve, no! It’s strawberry, silly!” She giggled into the phone, falling into his trap.

“Oohh, right right, sorry Uncle Steve’s getting old, bad memory!” to which Lizzie laughed at again.

“You’re not old, that would make daddy old too! You just sound old, is all,” she reassured him, trying to make her uncle feel better.

“Oh now now, little lady, I do not,” Steve replied seriously.

“Hmm, maybe just like a hundred years old, not so old,” Lizzie replied, dead serious, clearly still trying to reassure him. Steve’s booming laughter could be heard from the phone and Y/N laughed, shaking her head. Kids and their concept with numbers! When Steve finally settled down, she could hear him ask to talk to her.

“Hey Steve, you know if you’re busy, we don’t have to go there,” she tried to say it as softly as possible so as not to alarm Lizzie, but she wanted to give Steve an out if he only felt obligated to have them.

“Huh, no, come here, it’s no problem! Lord knows, I could use a break too, uhm, so I should call Bucky, and tell him you guys are on your way, he’s probably just buried in work or out getting coffee,” Y/N felt herself immediately tense up. How weird was it that they were going to her husband’s office but only to meet up with his best friend, and they might not even see him or ever know where the hell he was? Did Steve not really know what was up with him or was he just telling her that to spare her feelings?

“Uh huh, yeah probably, so you sure we could pass by?” Y/N answered him dismissively.

“Of course, how could I say no to my favorite niece?”

“Alright, thanks, about to get into a cab, see ya!” Y/N said, opening the door, to the cab she just hailed.

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

“Uncle Steve, what do you do?” Lizzie asked, seated across from Steve at his desk, as she drew on the paper he had provided her.

“Well, hmm, I usually go out and talk to clients, and meet all sorts of people, trying to get them to know about us,” He said in the simplest way he could probably describe what a managing director does in the biggest investment banking in the world but before Lizzie could reply, a knock sounded at the door.

“Chocolate chip, vanilla and strawberry ice cream coming right up,” A very friendly looking man excitedly said as he held a big grocery bag of ice cream with one hand and a bunch of teaspoons in another.

“Thanks, Scott, you could put them on the desk,” Steve said.

“Wow, that’s a gallon of everything, are you making the whole floor eat ice cream with you?” Y/N asked teasingly.

“Well I, ah, I just didn’t want you guys to run out of anything,” Scott said awkwardly as he smiled at Steve in awe, clearly wanting his approval.

“Uh, Thanks Scott,” Steve replied uncomfortably.

“Oh! I should get you guys some bowls,” Scott scrambled before turning around to face Y/N,

“And may I just say it’s nice to finally meet Cap’s lovely wife and daughter, beautiful family, ma’am, that’s what I call him here, Captain,” he rolled his eyes at his own joke while still shaking Y/N’s hand. Y/N and Steve tried to intervene but the guy would just not stop talking.

“He basically runs this place here, the best managing director I have ever worked with, and his advice on starting my own business is always so so great-”

“We’re not together.” Y/N cut him off sheepishly, catching her tongue before she mumbled an apology for not being Steve’s wife, he just seemed so excited. She hated having to let him down, even though her cheeks turned beet red from embarrassment.

“Oh,” he said, finally realizing to stop shaking her hand, “Sorry! I shook your hand for too long, didn’t I?”

“It’s alright,” Y/N replied laughingly while Steve cleared his throat trying to hide a chuckle and Lizzie giggled at her seat.

“Actually Scott, that’s Y/N, Bucky’s wife,” Scott’s eyes bulged out as he blushed, probably remembering how he had deemed Steve the best in the company. “And that is his adorable daughter, Lizzie,” Steve pointed at Lizzie and gave her a wink.

“You’re funny, Mr. Scott,” Lizzie said from her seat, still giggling, but just then someone entered the room.

“Where’s my favorite girl?” Sam’s voice sounded from the doorway.

“Sam!” Lizzie squealed as she leaped up in his arms.

“Now, tell me you didn’t finish all that ice cream,”

“Oh, right the bowls! I’ll be right back,” Scott immediately left as Sam turned to greet Y/N, putting Lizzie down.

“Where’s Bucky?” He asked, looking around. Hell if I know, Y/N thought to herself.

“Is daddy here?” Lizzie asked, running back to take her seat at the desk, getting ready to have her ice cream.

“He wasn’t with you? Texted him too, he’s probably on his way,” Steve reassured everyone. Scott came back with the bowls and some serving spoons and told everyone to enjoy. They all fell into conversation as soon as they’ve gotten their shares.

“Oh, look Clint just texted me, Laura gave birth to a baby boy!” Steve said holding his phone out to show them.

“Oh, he’s beautiful,” Y/N said, happy for her friends.

“Nathaniel, Nat finally got him to name a kid after her huh,” Sam said, impressed.

“Can you believe Clint with four children! I would’ve thought that would be you, Steve! And Bucky’s even beaten you up to it,” Y/N playfully swatted Steve’s arm as he just rolled his eyes.

“Why, how was Clint back then?” Sam asked.

“Like you wouldn’t believe! He was the most reckless ladies man, had a different girl every other week,”

“His baby’s wrinkly,” Lizzie said as she peered at the phone which made them all laugh.

As soon as Bucky read Steve’s texts, he rushed back to his office and caught them all laughing at something on Steve’s phone. He immediately noticed how Lizzie clung to his arm while Y/N stood right beside them with Sam on his other side. He suddenly felt a pang of jealousy hit him as they should’ve all been at his office instead of here. He felt awkward, like he was the one intruding, when it was his family right there.

He strode in and tried to act as charming and casual as possible, “So what did I miss?”

“Daddy!” Lizzie immediately ran to him and clung to his neck as he picked her up.

“Hey, princess,” He said, giving her a kiss on the cheek. Y/N moved back from Steve, her smile immediately leaving her face.

“Hey, sorry I missed your calls,” He told her as he bent down to give her a kiss.

“It’s fine, it was Lizzie,”

“It’s okay, daddy,” Lizzie just said, tightening her hold on his neck as he settled her on his hip.

“So, do you still have some ice cream left for daddy?” He asked her sweetly and Y/N immediately felt it straight through her heart. She watched as his eyes crinkled while he joked with their daughter, his smile still managing to make her heart skip a beat. There was no one else like Bucky Barnes for her. That man had her wrapped around his fingers, giving him the all the power to make her happy or break her heart.

“Uncle Clint has a new baby, it’s still kinda wrinkly,” Lizzie told him and he threw his head back and laughed.

“Hey, I remember your dad showing me a picture of you and you were exactly like that too!”

Sam teased.

“No, I wasn’t! Daddy, tell him!”

“No you weren’t, don’t listen to him, cute as a button, just like mommy,” Bucky reassured her as he booped her nose, and Y/N blushed, looking away. God, she hated that he could still make her blush after everything. Bucky saw this and he smirked, he loved those blushes, no matter what, she always still felt awkward at being complimented. He never understood why and always teased her about it. He figured someone like her should’ve been used to them but no, not his Y/N. He watched her for a moment as Sam and Lizzie kept on teasing each other while Steve chuckled on their antics. God, he loved her. He wished he could tell her and be like how they were before but something’s shifted between them. It was as if, if one stepped forward, the other stepped back. He made a huge mistake and if he were being honest, he still kept making that mistake but he never fell out of love for her. Now, there was an ocean of uncertainty that drowned them both and the worst part was he’d been denying it to himself. Denying that it all started that one fateful day, he came face to face with the man he promised to never lay his eyes on again. He adamantly refused to believe he had been affected that much by the encounter then the next thing he knew, he had spiraled and didn’t know how to swim back up. He had a feeling he was losing her which he’d never felt the whole time they were together and it scared him, scared him to his very bones.

“Daddy, what do you do?”

“Huh?” Bucky snapped out of his reverie at Lizzie’s question.

“You and Uncle Steve do the same thing here?” She asked and gestured around the office.

“Yeah, pretty much, and Sam too,”

“Oh!” She said, clapping her hands, as if having just solved a problem.

“Uncle Steve, you’re like daddy! You could go for career day and dress in that, and then tell us all the stuff you do,” she beamed proudly, not noticing how her dad’s arms tensed around her, Y/N looked down to her shoes while Sam pretended to scoop out the rest of his ice cream. Steve just opened and closed his mouth, not knowing what to say.

“Baby, someone has to stay here and work while daddy goes with you,” Y/N broke the awkwardness and talked to her encouragingly.

“Why didn’t you ask me, Lizzie?” Bucky looked to his daughter with a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“Because you’re always busy,” She said, playing with his tie.

He caught her eye as he told her, “No I won’t be, love, I’ll go with you,”

“Really?” Lizzie asked incredulously.

“Really. Now, what do you say, we’ll take the rest of the day off and go home?”

Lizzie immediately agreed and excitedly waved her goodbyes to Steve and Sam. Y/N felt herself drift into a daze while she followed them out the door. He was going home early? He wanted to spend time with them? What was going on? Was he finally ready to be a family again? As soon as that question hit her, she realized how long it’s been since they hung out like this. She looked to Bucky and he smiled at her as they exited the building, with their daughter still clinging to his neck.

“I have to go to the bakery,” She blurted out suddenly. Bucky looked at her, confused, ready to convince her to come with them instead. Even Lizzie whined from her perch on her dad’s arm.

“I’m sorry, I just, I gotta go, I’ll come home before dinner. I promise,” she kissed Lizzie’s cheek and left.

Bucky watched helplessly as she walked away, her dress flowing in her wake. She had fled. The one time he had the courage to do the right thing, she had fled with not even a look back, not even bothering to hail a cab and he knew her so well, he knew what that meant. Every time she paced or took long walks, she needed to think. He swallowed a lump in his throat as a breath caught in his chest, was he too late?

Part 4

@wannabedaphne @pinkisokay @jgiiy @scarletnerd05 @93generation @i-ship-it-ironically @ilovesupersoldiers @joannie95 @xapham @hazel0clouds @foreveralone19588 @angstytoddd @nsfwsebbie @thisishowdynastiesareborn @learisa @bucky-fanfiction @guns-and-angels @mylife-love-and-other-things @iheartsebastianstan @tinystudentfirepurse @captainamerica-is-bae @cloudyskylines @chipilerendi @yesfanficsaremylife

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes imagine #bucky x you #bucky x y/n #bucky barnes #marvel #marvel imagine #marvel angst #steve rogers #betrayal

1K notes · View notes

winterbl0ss0m · 3 years ago

Text

happy birthday to otoya my beloved, the light of my life ❤️

he is so amazing in everything he does, always blowing me away with his improvement and skills. im forever grateful for him coming into my life and making it better with his bright, beautiful self. he continues to make me feel like the happiest person on earth, and i hope i can do the same for him as well <3

i love you so much otoya. i wish you the bestest, most awesome day full of smiles and happiness :) and dont forget, you dont always have to put up that front. let yourself chill every now and then~ youre wonderful regardless <3

#i love him so so so much 😭😭#my baby… my beloved….#OH MY TOD #THE NEW BIRTHDAY SONF IS SO CUTE I WAS SOVBING LMFAO #AND THE CARD 😋🫠🤪 unfortunately he hasnt come home to me yet :( but i am DETWRMINED. HE WILL BE MINE.#im gonna give him so many cuddles and kisses and sweets !!!!#the strawberry cake doesnt look too visually nice cause i lowkey got frustrated with it but it tasted hella delicious<333 #i hope otoya would like it :’)#ash has no braincells #this is just a song about how i love you #brand new melody

2 notes · View notes

deeneee · 5 years ago

Text

Sincerely, Me [Ushijima x Reader]

Note: Sorry, but I really wanted to write something sad :( I'm sorry if you do end up crying? I mean I tried to make it really sad, and I really did start crying towards the end. I'm not good at these, but this was a little experiment. I tried with Ushijima's character, but yeah, I hope I portrayed him somewhat. He's not a crying character, but y'knowwww oh well haha. Please enjoy :)

Summary: All you wanted for Wakatoshi was happiness and so you conveyed them through your letters.

"Wakatoshi, are you sure you don't need help?" Tendou questioned the olive haired man. Wakatoshi looked up from where he sat, a big, wide box in his hands.

"I am fine. This is the last of her stuff," Wakatoshi responded dully. The red haired man nodded and then closed the door to his room. The professional volleyball player stared at the box that he had taken out of the closet. It was hidden well under some blankets, and on the surface was written 'To my darling, Ushijima Wakatoshi <3'. This was strange. Why was this here? Wakatoshi opened the box and he was faced with a bunch of envelopes. They were stacked on top of each other neatly. The first envelope that he saw caught his eyes. Open when you miss me. His big fingers picked up the envelope and read the one beneath it. Open on your 24th birthday. Then another, open when you feel lost. And another, open when you have a girlfriend/lover. Before he knew it, his view became blurry as tear drops fell from his eyes and stained the envelopes in his hands.

Dear Toshi,

You miss me? Awh, of course you do :). You know what? I miss you as well, my love. So much. I miss you so much. But, just because you miss me does not mean you make yourself miserable or isolate yourself from others. I will always be there for you, even if one day I am not there physically. I will always be beside you no matter what, Wakatoshi. My beloved. I love you forever <3

Sincerely, [Name]

Wakatoshi's tears fell freely as he re-read the letter you had written. The letter was a little stale, showing that you had been crying as you wrote this letter for him. He could see the dried drops of tears on a few spots and his left hand clenched his chest, the pain becoming unbearable. Since you've been gone, the apartment had felt so much bigger, and so lonely. He very much missed you. If only you were here.

Dear Toshi~,

Wow! Happiest Birthday, my love! August 13, the day the love of my life was born into this beautiful world! And you're even 24 years old!!!!! You old man :) I hope your day was the best and that you celebrated with all your friends and family. I am sorry that I will not be spending your 24th birthday with you, but I am, maybe spiritually? haha Just thinking back on your 23rd birthday, it was such a beautiful day. Just like your other birthdays that we celebrated! And, I am sure today is just as beautiful as the last few years. Why you wonder? Well, simply because it is the day you were born and that is beautiful enough. I love you forvever, Toshi <3

Sincerely, [Name]

Wakatoshi smiled to himself. The letters you had written to him always made him happy. Today was August 13, his birthday. He took your advice and made sure he did not isolate himself and he indeed had a great day with everyone he was close to. He even visited you earlier in the morning, updating you on what you missed. It had been a whole two months without you, and it was hard, but he was trying. “Ushiwaka, practice is starting,” Kageyama announced, peeking his head in the men’s locker room. Wakatoshi nodded, not looking back at the black haired setter.

”Okay,” he responded, and neatly folded the letter and shoved it back in its envelope before stuffing it gently in his gym bag. Putting his bag in the locker, he left the locker room and into the gym, where practice with the Schweiden Adler's awaited.

”Happy birthday, Ushiwaka!” His teammates cheered and the olive haired man smiled a little. He could hear your sweet voice wishing him a happy birthday along with his teammates.

Dear my Toshi,

Feeling lost? No worries, your light is here :) I don’t know what happened, but guess what? I’m right here, and you’ll be okay. You’re Ushijima Wakatoshi, the most powerful spider spiker (ugh I misspelled that. Please ignore that!) that I know! Feeling lost will happen, and it’s okay because nothing is perfect. Im confident that you know what to do and I’m proud of you. Super proud, love. I’ll always be your number one supporter. I hope I was able to help a little. I love you forever, Waka (WAKANDA haha jk ok I’ll stop)

Sincerely, [Name]

Wakatoshi snorted a little, shaking his head side to side. He could hear you reading this in such a goofy voice, and he immediately felt better, the tension in his shoulders disappearing. He didn’t feel so upset anymore. He leaned back in his bed, his right hand holding the letter and his left hand resting on the spot you used to sleep. It felt as if you were right next to him, telling him that everything was going to be okay.

Dear Toshi <3,

I’m assuming you have a girlfriend now :) and I hope she is making you happy. Very happy. I’m so happy and proud of you, Toshi. How is she like? Is she treating you well? Are you treating her well? I hope she’s able to understand a blunt man like you. And, don’t worry if I’m depressed about it, because I assure you that I’m the happiest person in the world. You deserve all the happiness in the world and all the love. Writing this, I expected to feel jealous and maybe a little petty, but I'm surprised I am happy. And, I am not crying, I'm serious. I know I said at least once that if you had a gf after I died, I'd haunt you, but I lied. I would never do that to you. I only want the best for you, love. I hope the both of you take care of each other forever and never stop loving each other. Just like how I will never stop loving you forever.

Sincerely, [Name]

Wakatoshi could feel his heart warm, and his thumb gently stroked against the smeared dry tear drop on the letter. You lied. You were crying while writing this and you definitely tried to dry off your tear, but clearly failed. "Ushijima, I finished making our dinner," his girlfriend, Yui, announced, peeking her head out into his room. Her long black hair swayed and her emerald orbs shined. Wakatoshi nodded in response and she smiled, her eyes lingering on the letter before walking back to the kitchen. Wakatoshi stood up from his bed and went to his closet to put the opened envelope inside the box. He looked at the left side, where many unopened envelopes laid, and the right side, where some of the opened envelopes settled. He wondered how much there were, but he decided that he would go through it everyday, picking one to read.

"I miss you," he muttered, stroking the box's surface. After putting the box back into the closet, he left to the kitchen, where someone else waited for him. As he arrived to the kitchen table, where his favorite dish lay, he felt nostalgic. When was the last time someone else cooked for him? Looking at Yui, he imagined her being you, smiling at him and telling him to hurry up and eat. But, Yui was not you. . .and that was okay. No one could be you. Wakatoshi scooped up some rice, sauce, and beef, then he shoved it into his mouth. Yui watched in anticipation, waiting for him to speak. "It's delicious," he spoke after chewing the remains in his mouth and looked at her. She smiled, pink dusting her cheeks.

"I'm glad." Behind Yui's head was a picture frame of you, smiling, throwing leaves in the air. Wakatoshi felt his heart pause for a second, and it felt as if you were cheering him on. Cheering him on to a new beginning. He chuckled, startling Yui, who's eyes grew wide, and lips agape.

"Thank you, Yui," Wakatoshi sincerely said. Yui's eyes softened as she watched him eat.

"Yea. . .any time."

Dear my beloved, Toshi,

Congratulations on your wedding, my beloved! I sincerely wish you and your wife a successful and happy life. You've grown so much, I'm sure. I am so excited for you to start your own family! Your kids will be so cute, and will be super strong! Just like you! Well, I'm sure you looked handsome standing near the altar or will look handsome near the altar. I'm not sure if you're reading this before or after your wedding, but anyways yeah. If only I was able to see that :( But, this isn't about me, so I'll move along haha! Anyways, as you marry your significant other, I hope you love her with all your heart and soul. (You better! >:( better treat your woman well!) And, help around with the house if you can. I know you're a professional athlete, but I'm sure you have time in your hands to help around! Congratulations on your new chapter in life-- building a family <3. The sound of that definitely makes me envious, but oh well :) I love you forever~

Sincerely, [Name]

The olive haired man brought a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose as tears began to well up. You were always cheering him on in the letters, always encouraging him to move along. He felt guilty. Guilty because he was happy, but he knew that you wanted him to be. "Wakatoshi?" Wakatoshi quickly blinked his tears away and looked up from his seat, setting the letter down on the small table in front of him.

"Oh, Tendou."

"You're not even fully dressed. Get dressed," the red head sighed and walked over to the giant. Wakatoshi stood up and began to loop the tie that hung around his neck, while looking in the body mirror. Tendou looked down at the letter and he sighed once again. He knew what they were, since the olive haired man told him. "How many letters did she write?"

"I don't know. I just find one and read it."

"But, it's been a year," Tendou stated, furrowing his brows.

"Yea. . .I know," he muttered, finishing with his tie. "That letter was for my wedding." Tendou lightly patted the man's shoulder, then squeezed it to give him comfort.

"Are you going to keep them forever?"

Wakatoshi didn't answer, and instead, he shrugged on his blazer.

Dear Ushijima Wakatoshi,

I'm sure you're wondering why I wrote all these letters. Hmmmm, why? Well, because maybe I didn't want you forgetting me :) haha just kidding. Just cause. I did it just because. I wanted you to know that I will be beside you every step you take throughout your life. I don't mean it in a creepy way, but you know what I mean? No, you don't and I'm sure you're confused by what I'm saying, but whatever! You're probably wondering when I wrote these? Well, surprise surprise, I wrote it secretly. Sometimes I wrote them when you were knocked out, so that I could watch you sleep while I wrote, and the other times, just whenever. I know it's a lot of letters, but I don't care. But, this is the last letter that I will write. Wakatoshi, you've made these past five years the best years in my life. We talked for a year after meeting in our second year, and you finally asked me out during our third year of high school :) Every second--every moment I spent with you was the best. I'm proud to say that I'm happy and that I have no regrets. Just having to be Ushijima Wakatoshi's girlfriend was the best thing ever. But, now, I am just a memory, and someone from the past. You now have a loving family, a successful career, and an amazing life, I'm sure. I can't believe I am crying so hard right now, but let me be selfish for a few sentences, yeah? I wish I was the one married to you and carrying your kids. I wish I was the one taking care of the house as you left to play your games. I wish I was the one being there for your downfalls. I wish I was the one helping and watching our kids grow. I wish I was the one standing physically beside you right now. I wish I was the only woman you ever loved. I wish I was alive. But, I know that it will never happen and that's okay. Because I wouldn't wish for anything better than you being happy and striving. I love you Toshi, very much so. Very, very, very much so. I hope you remember me as someone who loved you so much. If only life wasn't so cruel. And so, here again, I will wish you a happy, happy long life, Toshi. I love you. . .forever.

Sincerely, me, [Name] [Last] <3

The whole letter was covered in dried tear drops that it became stale and some of the words were smeared. Wet drops fell on the paper as Wakatoshi covered his face in his hands, his elbows on either side of the paper. He cried silently, his shoulders shaking. He'd never forget you, a loving and sincere soul, who only wanted happiness for him. His forever love who will never come back. He didn't bother to wipe his tears, and instead, he neatly stuffed it in the envelope and into the box of opened envelopes. He took one more look at the neatly stacked envelopes and then slowly closed the box. He carefully slid it into the closet and he wiped his eyes. It was as if he was finally saying goodbye to [Name].

Then, he closed the closet, leaving the box in the darkness.

171 notes · View notes

honeylikewords · 6 years ago

Note

You like Oscar Isaac characters? Great!! If it’s okay and you don’t mind me asking...With Valentine’s Day around the corner, if you want, do you have any headcanons for how any of the Oscar characters of your choice may celebrate with their beloved? I really think your thoughts are nice and cute and romantic and would love anything you offer! ^_^ Thank you very much!!

God Bless You Anon, I Have Been Saving This Ask And Now It Is Finally Time To Unleash It! (You are too sweet to me and too kind and I Love You Very Dearly)

(I went with two OscarBoys who have not yet been featured and another Abel because... I like Abel.)

1. Rydal Keener.

Rydal is a romantic, through and through. He’d whisk his love off for a day of exploring the city, getting lost in alleyways, visiting small, quiet shops, tugging her into cafes to peer at the sweets under glass. He’d walk with her along the beach and hold her hand, then ask if she’d like to hear a poem he wrote for her.

“I know, it’s dumb,” he sighs, trying to smile off the embarrassment. “A love poem on Valentine’s. But, well, I just... think of you a lot. And you inspire these in me so I thought it’s only fair to share the result with the muse. If it’s terrible, though, feel free to just toss this--” --he wiggles the journal he has the poem jotted in near his face-- “--Right into the sea.”

She tries to laugh, but the flustery, butterflies-in-her-tummy feeling overwhelms her instead, making the laugh come out more theatric and bouncy than she intended. She puts a hand over her mouth as Rydal smirks, flicking open the journal.

“That was cute,” he mumbles, though it’s seemingly more to himself than anyone else.

He clears his throat, nervous, flashes a little smile at her, then reads, still carrying his pace as he holds her hand and follows the shoreline.

“I have walked old hallowed halls

And seen all the faces of the gods

Yet still there is no goddess

Whose visage comes to me

In dreams, in waking, in my desires

The way yours does.

How you envelop me, my love, as the sea

Pulls away the pearl

And carries it to shore.”

He then tucks the journal away in his pocket, and with the same hand, pulls a delicate gold chain out of the same pocket. A single, misshapen, natural pearl glimmers at the end of the chain, and he smiles as his beloved gasps. He detangles their hands and lifts it up to clasp around her neck.

It rests so lovely against her breastbone, glinting in the sun, and Rydal passes a finger over its ridged yet smooth surface, admiring the pastel rainbow that shimmers around its edges.

“Do you like it?,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the tip of her smile.

“I love it. I love you, Rydal.”

“I love you, pretty girl,” says Rydal as he takes her hand again, pecking her knuckles and drawing his lips across her skin. “The prettiest goddess on Olympus.”

2. Mikael Boghosian.

Mikael has never really celebrated Valentine’s Day. Armenia has something similar-- Saint Sarkis's Feast Day-- but it’s not as commercial or romantic. Still, he wants to make an attempt, at least, for his beloved, to try and do Valentine-y things for her, even if he doesn’t quite understand what all is going on with it.

Mikael’s never, ever one to spend willy-nilly, so he wouldn’t end up buying anything fancy; no jewelry, no chocolates, nothing like that. But he does go somewhere there are flowers and pick a large handful, and if he thinks the bundle insufficient, will make a quick jog to the local florist cart and haggle with the seller until he’s been able to get a small bouquet of roses and daisies for a fraction of the price.

He comes home with the little paper-wrapped bouquet and goes to find his wife; his darling is sitting at her desk at the window, writing and flipping through books for citations. He smiles to himself, delighted by how even on a day supposed to be all about the frivolities of romance, she is still so grounded in her work. She’s like him; dedicated, focused, hard-working. He loves her for it.

She hears Mikael’s little puff of a happy sigh and turns around, giving him a big smile, and he crosses the room to place the flowers on the desk and rub her shoulders as she sits, kissing her temple.

“A happiest Saint Valentine’s Day to you, dear,” he mumbles into her hair, leaning down to kiss the high point of her cheekbone. “These are for you.”

“They’re wonderful! Oh, I’ll go get some water--”

“Allow me,” Mikael interjects.

He steps away to fetch the one vase they have in the small apartment, filling it with water from the tap as he hums a little tune to himself. As he’s humming, he hears the door open and his wife approached from behind, looping her arms around his midriff and swaying with him as he places the bouquet into the water.

“I got you something too, Mikael,” she murmurs. “Here.”

She passes him a little card, trimmed with paper lace. He giggles; it reads “WE’RE MEANT TO BEE” on the cover and shows two bees rubbing cheeks. He opens it and inside is a note from her.

“To My Husband;

You’re sweeter than honey and make me feel like a queen! Thank you for bee-ing my joy!”

“It’s not much,” laughs his wife as she nuzzles into his neck, “But I hope you like it.”

“It’s adorable,” Mikael says, turning to kiss her. “So are you, my angel!”

They sway and hug in their kitchen, Mikael burrowing into her hair and taking a comforting breath, his wife pressing a soft kiss to the side of his neck. He feels like he could get used to holidays like these.

3. Abel Morales.

(I know I already wrote about Abel today but, uh, it’s my Valentine’s and I Am The Boss... so more Abel.)

Abel is the only one in this list who can afford a lavish Valentine’s day for his wife, and lavish it is. He’s a spoiler-- something about the ability to give his little darling anything her pretty little heart desires makes him feel strong and capable and successful-- so he’ll go out of his way to do too much.

Boxes of gourmet chocolates, dozens of roses and lilies in ornate vases, necklaces and bracelets and rings all fitted to her sizes exactly, a new dress that he wants her to wear on their date to the very upscale restaurant he snagged a highly sought-after reservation to, and, well, new frilly, silky underthings, too. Many of those in discreet little packages placed on the bed for her to admire and choose as she wishes.

Abel wants his wife to feel secure and cared for, pampered by him, like she doesn’t have to worry about a thing. He wants to alleviate that stress for her, and wants her to rely on him because it helps him feel like he has a purpose.

Ergo, he’s a spoiler.

So his wife wakes up to him kissing her, playing with her hair and smiling down at her with those soft, sleepy, heavy-lidded eyes, his hand coasting up and down her belly.

“Morning, princess,” he purrs, kissing her jaw. “Ready for your big day?”

“You always make such a fuss, every single year,” his wife laughs back, rubbing his neck and chin. “Don’t you ever want to be the one getting pampered?”

“You take care of me on my birthday,” Abel offers. “And Christmas. And Father’s Day!”

“But you do so much more for me, it’s not fair!”

Abel chuckles, shaking his head and petting her cheek.

“Are you complaining about me loving you too well?”

“No, never, sweetheart, it’s just--”

“I know,” he whispers, “I know. You’re a good woman. You want to take care of me like I take care of you.”

She nods, looking up into his warm brown eyes, watching them shimmer with hints of yellow and hazel in the morning light. He always looks so soft in the mornings, his hair un-coiffed and his skin slightly hot from the stirring awake. He seems to glow golden, his tan skin radiating. Abel was always handsome, and age has not tarnished his looks.

“I want to make you happy, too,” she whines. “You deserve it.”

“You already make me plenty happy.” Abel kisses her forehead, rubbing a circle into her belly as he lets some of his weight rest on her, comfortably pressing her into their big, cushiony bed. “And it makes me happy to fuss over you.”

“Are you sure?”

“If there’s one thing you should know about me, mi amada, it’s that I never do something unless I want to.” He pushes his nose against hers, bumping foreheads. “I choose this because it makes me happy. You make me happy.”

“...I love you, Abel.”

“I know. I love you, too. Now, come on,” he grunts, pulling her up from the pillows and into his arms, scooting towards the edge of the sprawling bed, “Let’s get ready. There’s so many things I want to show you!”

Happy Valentine’s Day!

#long post #gifset #gif warning #abel morales #rydal keener #mikael boghosian #messages #Anonymous

35 notes · View notes