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bakerstreet2015-01-01 02:01 pm
buckingham) wrote in bakerstreet2015-01-01 02:01 pm
(A combination of 3:1 and 4:6? Honeymoon night & holiday.)
what say you to a combination of 3-2 and 4-1? Pregnant Zhu Li trying to teach Varrick how to keep the house from falling apart when she can't do everything!!
This is pretty nostalgic, isn't it?
[ Bucky now sports a ring that hasn't been there before, a simple gold band that encompasses a thousands different meanings, but the most important, the most crucial is this: he's a married man now. Married.
During their time, such a thing had been impossible -- there was no way a man can lie with another man and make their life together as one; but now, everything's different. Everything's changed, and an ex-Soviet HYDRA assassin is married to Captain America. He still stares at the ring, still twists it over and over again when he's alone; it's been two days since their simple wedding at the courthouse, when they said their vows to each other and Bucky had to struggle not to cry. Two days, and he still can't get used to the fact that he's married now.
They're on Stark's luxury yacht somewhere in the Mediterranean; the man was decent enough to lend it to them for a few weeks, complete with a computerized version of JARVIS for all its navigational needs as they got away from everything. It's sleek, stocked full to the brim with everything they can ever need; and Bucky's never been happier or more grateful.
Steve's sunning himself out on the deck right now, and Bucky decides to join him, fishing out the suntanning lotion and smiling to himself, heart warming at the sight of him. His husband, imagine that. ] You're going to get sunburnt if you don't put some on. And why are you in trunks?
During their time, such a thing had been impossible -- there was no way a man can lie with another man and make their life together as one; but now, everything's different. Everything's changed, and an ex-Soviet HYDRA assassin is married to Captain America. He still stares at the ring, still twists it over and over again when he's alone; it's been two days since their simple wedding at the courthouse, when they said their vows to each other and Bucky had to struggle not to cry. Two days, and he still can't get used to the fact that he's married now.
They're on Stark's luxury yacht somewhere in the Mediterranean; the man was decent enough to lend it to them for a few weeks, complete with a computerized version of JARVIS for all its navigational needs as they got away from everything. It's sleek, stocked full to the brim with everything they can ever need; and Bucky's never been happier or more grateful.
Steve's sunning himself out on the deck right now, and Bucky decides to join him, fishing out the suntanning lotion and smiling to himself, heart warming at the sight of him. His husband, imagine that. ] You're going to get sunburnt if you don't put some on. And why are you in trunks?
[ Mornings, he used to wake with nightmares, the fading remnants of screams he couldn't voice still thick in his throat. He used to wake coughing ice from his lungs, used to wake cold and isolated, dreams the only companion; it's amazing what can change is just a little amount of time. There comes a morning Bucky wakes up warm and rested and whole, with Steve's arm slung over his waist and the low sun cast across a white counterpane and the smell of saltwater coming in through the open window. He stares at it for a few moments, realizing they forgot to shut and lock it the night before, after lying together listening to the sound of the tide rolling in and out, naked under the sheets, each promising the other they would do it. They forgot, they fell asleep, and Bucky realizes that he doesn't care. He isn't expecting an ambush; he doesn't feel unsafe. Not here.
Here is a coastal town, New England, a third-floor bedroom in a house with slanting ceilings and window nooks. They never did have a honeymoon, months ago when they got hitched. Bucky never thought about it, but maybe Steve was feeling the lack.
He squirms around in the bed, putting his back to the window so he can look at Steve instead, watch him still asleep. He wears a band on his right hand, Steve's on the more traditional left, and Bucky likes looking at it, that little claim to the rest of the world, obvious in its symbolism. He likes what it means, that to Steve there is meaning to it, that Steve doesn't make commitments he won't honor, promises he won't keep. Bucky's always believed him, about everything. About who he is and where he comes from, what they were to one another: it was too painful and too real to be anything but true. He kisses Steve as he sleeps, cupping a hand over his jaw, some of that possessiveness in his mouth, in the kiss; he won't ever let him go, either. ]
Here is a coastal town, New England, a third-floor bedroom in a house with slanting ceilings and window nooks. They never did have a honeymoon, months ago when they got hitched. Bucky never thought about it, but maybe Steve was feeling the lack.
He squirms around in the bed, putting his back to the window so he can look at Steve instead, watch him still asleep. He wears a band on his right hand, Steve's on the more traditional left, and Bucky likes looking at it, that little claim to the rest of the world, obvious in its symbolism. He likes what it means, that to Steve there is meaning to it, that Steve doesn't make commitments he won't honor, promises he won't keep. Bucky's always believed him, about everything. About who he is and where he comes from, what they were to one another: it was too painful and too real to be anything but true. He kisses Steve as he sleeps, cupping a hand over his jaw, some of that possessiveness in his mouth, in the kiss; he won't ever let him go, either. ]
Babies and DISNEY WORRRLLLLLDDD~ or maybe just KaibaLand. Boring old KaibaLand.
heartofaduelist
2015-01-03 04:04 am (UTC)(link)
[It had been too long since they had really spent time together as a family.]
[Well, as much as a family as she, Atem, their baby girl, her mom, grandpa, and three closest friends could be. And winning tickets to a baby-friendly amusement park was nothing short of a convenient way for all of them to spend one day together.]
[Or it would have been if she, Atem, and the baby hadn't gotten separated from the group and lost. It was nice to not be interrupted by fangirls and reporters here, but it did make things a little harder in finding the others. So, instead, it was time to take a break under a shady tree and rest for a few moments. The baby chewed on a teething ring while Yuugi just took in the quiet of the day.]
It's... definitely not what I expected... the day, I mean.
[Well, as much as a family as she, Atem, their baby girl, her mom, grandpa, and three closest friends could be. And winning tickets to a baby-friendly amusement park was nothing short of a convenient way for all of them to spend one day together.]
[Or it would have been if she, Atem, and the baby hadn't gotten separated from the group and lost. It was nice to not be interrupted by fangirls and reporters here, but it did make things a little harder in finding the others. So, instead, it was time to take a break under a shady tree and rest for a few moments. The baby chewed on a teething ring while Yuugi just took in the quiet of the day.]
It's... definitely not what I expected... the day, I mean.
Well they do get the discount at KaibaLand..... but Disney World is fine too
note_atem
- 2015-01-03 04:09 (UTC) - ExpandProbably not the privacy though, since King of Games and all that.
heartofaduelist
- 2015-01-03 04:22 (UTC) - Expand[ Marriage isn't as easy as it is in the movies. It could be, if Natasha let it. She knows what Steve likes, what he'd like in a family, and she knows the kinds of lies he'd let himself believe as long as she played it well enough.
But that's not the point, and that's not why she falls in love with him. There isn't any paper that legally binds their names together, and there's no rings. But there's a house. There's a house and a home and early mornings like this, Natasha doing last night's dishes in the kitchen, both of them too tired after taking turns visiting Bucky at the rehabilitation facility to finish cleaning. She's tired and she could do with more sleep. But being inactive isn't going to help calm the thoughts in her head, even if being here in this kitchen, right now, doing dishes, is the safest place she knows. ]
But that's not the point, and that's not why she falls in love with him. There isn't any paper that legally binds their names together, and there's no rings. But there's a house. There's a house and a home and early mornings like this, Natasha doing last night's dishes in the kitchen, both of them too tired after taking turns visiting Bucky at the rehabilitation facility to finish cleaning. She's tired and she could do with more sleep. But being inactive isn't going to help calm the thoughts in her head, even if being here in this kitchen, right now, doing dishes, is the safest place she knows. ]
I know we have a million threads but I couldn't resist doing 1/1
heartchart
2015-01-03 11:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's odd, to be back here at the spot where they met with Shuichi. It's even odder with...this in mind. This whole proposing thing is completely new to Eiri-at least proposing when he actually gives a shit. When he proposed to Ayaka to make the arranged marriage official it was a desperation-fueled shitfest, but this is definitely different.
He can tell it's different, because he's a mess.
Eiri is significantly grumpier than usual, because he's nervous, and right now he's scowling at a nearby lamppost and smoking his fifth cigarette in a row and wondering what he's doing. This kind of thing is supposed to be super romantic and all that, but he's not being romantic. Does he even know how to be romantic?
In spite of his profession, not really.
But he's got a ring in his pocket and that's at least something. They've been together for what feels like forever, so this is no big deal, right? Right?
Wrong.
The moments tick by, and finally he figures enough waffling is enough. When he turns his eyes on Shuichi, he's got a determined glare on his face.]
Hey!
[He clears his throat.]
Hey. Will you...
[No, that's not it.]
Do you want to...
[God dammit.]
Do you think we should...
[Fuck. Fuck it all. He just takes the ring out of his pocket and thrusts it toward Shuichi with his cheeks red and that determined, embarrassed glare still all over his face.]
Here.
He can tell it's different, because he's a mess.
Eiri is significantly grumpier than usual, because he's nervous, and right now he's scowling at a nearby lamppost and smoking his fifth cigarette in a row and wondering what he's doing. This kind of thing is supposed to be super romantic and all that, but he's not being romantic. Does he even know how to be romantic?
In spite of his profession, not really.
But he's got a ring in his pocket and that's at least something. They've been together for what feels like forever, so this is no big deal, right? Right?
Wrong.
The moments tick by, and finally he figures enough waffling is enough. When he turns his eyes on Shuichi, he's got a determined glare on his face.]
Hey!
[He clears his throat.]
Hey. Will you...
[No, that's not it.]
Do you want to...
[God dammit.]
Do you think we should...
[Fuck. Fuck it all. He just takes the ring out of his pocket and thrusts it toward Shuichi with his cheeks red and that determined, embarrassed glare still all over his face.]
Here.
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