#but sometimes i see people getting married and their ceremonies and like. getting a ring

[lovelornnobodyknows]

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[christinesficrecs]

Author Spotlight is a Saturday thing now **checks to make sure it really is Saturday** 😋 Enjoy these gems. They are all amazing!!

pretty in tents by kellifer_fic | 7.6K

Even though he’s making fun of it, Stiles thinks the whole thing sounds awesome and, like most stuff these days, the experience is going to be totally wasted on Scott.

By Moon And Stars by kellifer_fic | 15.9K | Mature

“Have you heard of this Alpha?” Stiles asks, shuffling up his pallet so Scott has room to sit. Scott does with a grateful little twist of his mouth. Stefan forces him into the Stilinski ceremonial armor when they travel and Stiles can see that it’s heavy and doesn’t sit well on Scott. He can’t shift encased in metal and Stefan knows it.

“I know of him, mostly stories that seem a little fantastical. Shifters exaggerate just like common people. They like their war stories.”

“Tell me of him. Tell me a war story.”

Relationship Status: It’s complicated by kellifer_fic | 4K | Mature

Okay, I know this is a huge stretch for you, but can you please pretend you’re like, into me?

the ring of the ancestors is not a euphemism by kellifer_fic | 10.6K

Stiles hadn’t noticed the way the entire commissary had gone silent when the guy had approached his table, or the two military escorts that had been flanking him, looking at each other like maybe they should be intervening but weren’t sure how. All he saw was someone stealing the last dessert from him and Stiles didn’t think about it, he just reached across the table and snatched it back with a, “What the hell, dude?”

tumescent by kellifer_fic (9k)

“I would have to want to date Derek for your plan to work,” Stiles points out, secure in the knowledge that his logic is infallible and yes, he’s had a pointless and soul-destroying crush on Derek for as long as he can remember but nobody knows that.

powerful in-scent-ive by kellifer_fic | 14.5K

Stiles holds up a hand, because he really can’t listen to the bites-are-all-right speech that Derek has given Scott dozens of times. “Dude, don’t.”

insert camping pun here by kellifer_fic | 12.5K

“I’m going to be different,” Stiles clarified. “I’m going to go to parties and make friends and,” Stiles leaned closer into the computer and whispered conspiratorially, “Get laid.”

Dude, what’s a bulwark? by kellifer_fic | 12.1K

Beacon Hills is the kind of small town where everybody knows everybody, and what everybody knows is that surly diner owner Derek Hale and free spirited single dad Stiles Stilinski have been in love with each other for years. If only they knew it too.

has time re-written every line by kellifer_fic | 14.6K

No, dad. Listen to what I'm saying. Yesterday, I was eighteen. I'm not speaking metaphorically, or about the way I feel or whatever. I was eighteen, we lived in the house on Maple, the last conversation we had was about how fries didn't count as a vegetable and I, uh, wasn't married.

Vampires, man. Not to be trusted by kellifer_fic | 9.6K

Stiles appreciates Derek worrying about him being overwhelmed but he really could have used a few overenthusiastic werewolves and impatient humans for his homecoming. He’s felt disconnected because of his forced isolation and would have at least liked to have had Scott on his doorstep when he got there.

monster at the end of the book by kellifer_fic, maichan808 (maichan) | 16.7K

It's not like he forgets about the scar. Just, sometimes it takes him off guard when he's half asleep or run down. It's there, a new companion that reminds him of the world he now lives in, how it's changed and what it's cost. Still, sometimes he'll blink at it owlishly in the mirror like he's doing now, at the way it runs alongside his collar bone and down. It even separates a mole into two neat halves.

i love you a latte [Fic & Podfic] by kellifer_fic, RsCreighton | 6.6K

"You... want me to come to your family reunion?"

"Yes."

"And you'll come to my best friend's wedding as...my... date?" Stiles thinks the whole proposition bears repeating.

"Yes," Derek says again, brows furrowing like he's starting to regret asking.

it's free (and always will be) by kellifer_fic, maichan808 (maichan) | 31.6K | Explicit

Stiles starts looking around, like there's someone who'll rescue him from this painfully awkward situation and Derek can't blame him. All he can think is this is some kind of elaborate prank Laura is playing on him after she'd found his pile of Fangboy back copies last month.

Or, the one where Derek has to marry a human to save Clawbook and it turns out to be Stiles. He's completely doomed.

[cinnamon-girl-writes]

higuruma marriage headcanons ! . . .

by @cinnamon-girl-writes

higuruma x reader, fluff, nsfw under cut

first of all i looooovvveeee higuruma so much so i'm glad other people do and i'm not alone :')

i'm not gonna say much about dating pre-marriage

he definetly dates with the intent to get married. i can't see him as a player or someone who dates around just for fun

he'd take you on lots of dates; several a week

most of them are more modest locations like a coffee shop or the local markets, but on special occasions (birthdays, anniversaries) he books a reservation at a fancy restaurant

in a relationship and in his life i think he's very smart with money

he proposed at the spot where you met; a beautiful park in the city which was especially green this time of year

he definetly took you to get your nails done a few days beforehand and paid in full

he decided to splurge and get you a gorgeous wedding ring with a huge diamond

obviously this was well thought out and planned, and he decided that you're worth it and logically, you're going to be wearing this for the rest of your life so he wanted it to be high quality and something that you'd like

he'd definetly take into consideration whether you prefer gold or silver jewelry choose get a ring accordingly

he really just wants to have a simple wedding

mostly because he's not one for huge public displays of affection but also, going back to him being smart with money, he wants to save up for a honeymoon trip and investments like a house, furnishings, etc.

basically, he's a very logical person and doesn't see a lot of value in putting so much money into one day

that being said, he'd still make it as special and intimate for the two of you as possible with special gestures and a traditional ceremony

i can see the wedding happening in a church most likely

anyways, the honeymoon would be somewhere you've never traveled to so the two of you could experience a new place, like malaysia (iykyk), france, italy, greece, especially somewhere romantic

once y'all move in together, he'd be very adamant about holding up his end of the cleaning, cooking, maintenace, etc. even though he works a full time job. to him it's the only option; you both live there so you both do equal work to take care of the home

i see him as being a very clean and routinely person

he likes to have his morning routine before he goes to work every day: wake up next to the love of his life, sleep in for as many minutes as possible, then get up and shower, get dressed, have coffee and breakfast, and read the paper before he's on his way to work

speaking of breakfast, this man can cook. one of his favorite hobbies is cooking for you and having you be his personal taste tester

he likes to experiment with food from different cultures and other countries

sometimes date nighy with him is just him cooking a nice meal for the two of you and watching y'all's favorite movies

he loves true crime btw

also in his house this man has a huge library. like he has an office but he also has a room just dedicated to books

yea there's some law books but it's mostly miscellaneous things he found interesting: cooking books, fantasy novels, travel guides, etc.

what can i say, he'd be a perfect partner~

NSFW 🪐

higuruma is a  g o d  at eating pussy, i don't make the rules

that tongue can recite the law AND [redacted]

he also doesn't have a huge dick (y'all let's be realistic. why would you want that anyways) but this man knows how to use it

i'm thinking like 5 inches, above average girth and neatly trimmed hair but not completely gone. slight curve the the left

his favorite position is missionary 100%. this just makes so much sense to me

i know y'all are gonna say 'ass or tits' so i'll just go ahead and establish he's a tits man. yes this is the law

he has a praise kink. oh he's unfulfilled in his life and hates his job?? yea fs.

i know i said tits but this man also loves thighs. he wants to be suffocated between them

honestly 10/10 he's perfect

[lulublack90]

Prompt 16 - Fake Marriage

@wolfstarmicrofic May 16, word count 812

This is part two of Prompt 4 - Marriage of Convinience. There will be a part three, probably for prompt 26 but I'll see. I'll link everything together when it happens.

Remus settled into his new life relatively quickly. It had taken him a few weeks to get used to sleeping in a bed again. It hadn’t helped that the mattress was super soft, and he felt like he was sleeping on a marshmallow. But as with most things, you adjust. 

The other thing he was still getting used to was having an allowance. Sirius hadn’t been kidding when he’d said it would be generous. Remus didn’t even know what to spend that amount of money on. The majority of his purchases came from the little bookshop a few streets over. The owner had always been kind to him. When he’d been homeless, sometimes he’d sneak in there just to smell the books. But now, he felt he could finally enjoy them again. 

Sirius chuckled at him when he came flying through the door with his new purchases. 

“Remus, I think we maybe need to get you a bookcase.” He’d tutted as he eyed the bulging bags. “Come over here, and we’ll find one you like.” Sirius patted the sofa seat next to him and opened his laptop. Remus quickly put the bags into his room and hung up his coat before going to sit next to Sirius. 

He’d been in the flat for a few months now and their friendship had started back up as though there hadn’t been an eight-year gap when they’d lost contact. 

Sirius shuffled closer and Remus felt those old butterflies spreading their wings. It was something he’d never told Sirius about and probably something he should have mentioned before agreeing to marry him. But he hadn’t felt anything while they’d been sorting out all the paperwork, it was only when they’d been in the registry office repeating their vows that Remus had realised his old feelings for Sirius were still there. He tried his best to keep everything platonic, but when Sirius was basically sitting in his lap, it was hard to ignore. 

“I like the look of these ones. What do you think?” Sirius asked, bringing Remus back down to earth. He hadn’t been paying the least bit of attention. He glanced over at the screen and looked at the bookcases Sirius was talking about. They looked really nice. Dark wood and sturdy. 

“It’s your flat, Sirius. Get whatever you like.” He mumbled, hoping that would be the end of it. 

“It’s your room.” Sirius patted his knee and Remus tensed. “If you don’t like them, then we won’t get them.” Remus shook his head. 

“No, they’re fine. I really like them.” He said as evenly as he could. Sirius grinned at him and started typing in the order details. Remus couldn’t help but follow his fingers and stare at the simple gold band adorning his ring finger on his left hand. He wondered if maybe one day it would be real for them. 

He watched Sirius pick up his phone and open one of the many dating apps he had and begin scrolling through it. He sighed, probably not. 

Sirius doom scrolled through the people who wanted to match with him and found no one he wanted to waste his energy on. If he was being honest with himself, the only person he wanted to take out was Remus. 

He’d been flabbergasted when Remus had told him about Jeremy from marketing. He’d had to grip the table to stop himself from launching himself at the thin man and proclaiming his everlasting love for him. But he’d stopped himself and tried to find a way to help his friend. 

He’d never in a million years thought that Remus would agree to marry him and had planned to just buy all the things for himself and rent them to Remus for pennies. But then he’d agreed with very little persuasion, his heart had soared. 

He’d nearly called the whole thing off in the middle of the ceremony, when he’d stared into Remus’s eyes as he placed the ring on his finger and his knees had nearly buckled. But he hadn’t, and now they were married and Remus carefully kept his distance. 

He sighed thinking about it. Remus had left for his room as soon as Sirius had turned his phone on. He wished he could find a way to tell him how he felt, but now that they were in this fake marriage, he didn’t know if Remus would see it as Sirius trapping him and not just an idiot in love that wanted to help. 

He raked his hands though his hair as he tried to figure it out. Maybe Remus would buy so many books he’d have to move into Sirius’s room because he wouldn’t be able to sleep in his own. Sirius shook his head at the absurdity and deleted all the dating apps on his phone. They were useless to him now anyway. 

[pretty-toru]

Soft headcanons about Gojo and his s/o wedding day!

I adore this ask and writing it has made me fall in love with this beautiful man all over again!! 🤍🤍

SATORU GOJO :

一 The entire day belongs to you and Satoru, and you wanted the people you love and who loves you both (tolerate is the better word to describe your soon-to-be husband) to have a good time and celebrate the joy of you two getting married. There's a sense of normalcy and touch of controlled chaos throughout the ceremony and reception since almost everybody played a part in ensuring anything that could go wrong doesn't go wrong. A collective gift to the newlyweds to protect the intimacy and heartfelt moments of the wedding.

一 Satoru knows that you both aren't supposed to see each other before the first look, but he couldn't help stealing a few moments alone with you sometime before the ceremony. With him and his little loopholes, he asks Shoko for you to meet him where he'll be waiting behind the screen divider with clammy hands. He doesn't seem like it but he's a nervous wreck and hearing your voice calms him down and he's reminded of his immeasurable love for you that brought him here today.

Of course, it wouldn't be Gojo Satoru if he doesn't ask you if you still like him (jokingly, but also seriously) on your and his wedding day. In your sweet smile and reassurance of "Definitely more than like you" was all he needed to regain his confidence.

一 As Satoru's eagerly yet patiently stands at the altar, he was holding it together pretty well until the elaborate orchestra starts to announce your arrival. There were some whispers among the first and second-year students whether or not their sensei was going to start bawling his eyes, and he absolutely did once you came into his view with his uncovered eyes (overstimulated eyes be damned) 一 all gorgeously gowned up and so stunningly beautiful that his jaw physically hurts from grinning and holding all the happiness on his face.

一 Your smile matches his as you're making your way toward him with your father beside you, everything and everyone else a complete blur except for Satoru. When you finally meet him, you're sweetly helping him wipe away his tears before the officiant starts, "We are gathered here today..." Megumi's divine dogs are the ring bearers and they are entrusted with the wedding bands when it's time for the exchange vows and you both make promises to earnestly love and care for one another.

One of your favorite moments after saying "I do" and sharing a romantic kiss is having flower petals rain down upon you and your husband walking down the aisle, hands linked for a lifetime of togetherness and Satoru excitedly says to you, "We're married!" and he scoops you up in his arms and spins you around with the train of your wedding dress fluttering behind him.

一 The wedding reception was the most fun where guests could help themselves to delicious food, dance the night away to great music, have many cocktails at the open bar, enjoy the photo booth with props and take home the memory. The cake cutting is unsurprisingly what Satoru looks forward to and he giddily dabs the cream on your nose before affectionately feeding you a taste. But sharing the first slow dance with you will always hold a special place in his heart as he's swaying to the soft tunes with you.

Satoru's dark sunglasses are perched on his nose but you can still see the cherished blue beyond his softened visage. He pulls you a little closer to him and whispers, "I just want to remember you一us一in this moment forever. Being loved by you was the best thing to happen to me," because he still hasn't fully grasped that he's now married to the love of his life.

[jaimexbrienne-fic-finder]

Wedding

May is Wedding month, so here are stories about weddings! Some are only about a wedding, some just have a bigger part about a wedding. There are lots more I can't remember right now, if I think of many more there will be a part 2!

Found Wanting by dreadwulf

Brienne is still convinced that the entire affair is a joke on her. Surely there is a real bride somewhere in the castle, who will be brought out once the crowd has had a good laugh at the cow in a satin gown. When she said as much to her intended, he said it was surely a joke on them both. Let them laugh, he said. What’s funnier is that Queen Daenerys made the match in the first place – she must have thought them intolerable to one another. The Beauty and the Kingslayer. Surely Brienne could see the humor in it?

Something Drastic by bearsofair

Brienne ducks out of a wedding reception early. Her "date" comes looking for her.

the battlefield between us (isn't here tonight) by robotsdance

“I missed you, ” Brienne says like she’s admitting something else, and Jaime wants to say it back to her in exactly the same way: loaded with all of the things they’re not saying. Let that truth settle between them, unsaid but at least somewhat spoken. That could be enough. To share that quiet understanding with Brienne, here, alone together in the middle of the woods, in the middle of a war, in which one of them will be on the losing side. That could be enough. I missed you too.

Brienne would understand.

What Jaime says instead is “Marry me.”

The Lion, the Wench, and the Wardrobe Trailer by GilShalos1

Jaime Lannister’s entire acting career has been built on playing reckless cads and heartless villains – ever since a scandalous death on his first film, Kingslayer, was quickly hushed up at his father’s behest. Nearly fifteen years later, acclaimed director Olenna Tyrell has announced her retirement: after one last film, Oathkeeper, inspired by the mythic story of the Long Night. She wants Jaime to do what he does so well, play into his on-screen persona and off-screen reputation, and be a villain for the ages in her final film. But to make sure his infamous ways don’t interfere with production, she requires his personal assistant to keep him on the straight, narrow and sober. Brienne Tarth, in her first job on a film set, finds herself tasked with keeping the impossible Jaime Lannister under control …

Something Blue by Aviss

Jaime Lannister was a wedding planner, though he sometimes missed his old job where he was actually allowed to kill people. Ten minutes with his latest clients and he was already convinced they should not get married. He wasn't a marriage counsellor though, he wasn't invested in this Hunt and Tarth wedding beyond the planning of the ceremony.

Never A Bride by CourtingDisaster

(Modern AU) Wedding bells are ringing in Westeros. After an unpleasant first meeting, Brienne and Jaime find themselves being thrown together over and over as their friends and family marry off. After all, as Tyrion likes to point out, there really aren't any other groomsmen tall enough to escort everyone's favorite bridesmaid...

Over the course of several weddings and receptions, Brienne and Jaime form a sort of truce, perhaps they even become friends. But Brienne isn't going to let the atmosphere of romance carry her away, no matter how handsome Jaime is...is she?

Vows by theworldunseen

Jaime Lannister profiles the most interesting and romantic weddings in the country for his super popular blog, The only problem? His own heart has been stomped on, and it might have ruined weddings for him forever. When he finds out about a woman who’s going to be in her twenty-seventh wedding party, he thinks writing about her might be his way back to loving weddings. But Brienne Tarth isn’t anything he ever expected.

What happens in Sunspear (doesn't) stay in Sunspear Series by Luthien

Brienne wakes up the morning after a night on the town in Vegas Sunspear, with unexpected company in her bed - and that's just the first surprising discovery she makes.

My Best Friend's Wedding by wildlingoftarth

A desperate Brienne hires a “professional party date” to accompany her to Renly’s wedding on Tarth. It’s just a weekend – what could go wrong?

so keep me close. by SeeThemFlying

Brienne pines for her husband, Jaime, who she is convinced is not madly in love with her.

[nohoney]

loved loved loved ur absent baby daddy touya! I love asshole! touya stories but him being a sweetheart? it hits me sooo hard plus I am a heavy sucker for pregnancy stories like yes touya who did it all traditional? dating the love of his life, proposing, marriage, going hot and heavy during their honeymoon and then knocking his sweet little wife up? I could die

ugh you and me both nonny (/▽＼*)｡o○♡

You get one chance to do something on the first try with no mistakes or interruptions. No breaks or time offs, just getting it on the first try and having it be your last.

Touya is your first and last.

He wasn’t exactly a good boy-next-door neighbor crush. Honestly he was kind of a punk, sometimes acting out just because he could. It did land him a brief stint in juvie and he was on probation for a hot minute. But he was always yours the moment he passed you a note during math class in middle school saying he wanted you to be his girlfriend.

Middle school relationships rarely last, especially when you transition into high school. You and Touya stay a strong couple at the end of high school graduation.

He stayed behind at town to work while you went off to university in a farther city. Usually couples that do long distance in college would eventually split right? Not you and Touya. Weekend dates, sexting, video calls, and time off you got from school would be spent back home with him. It only made you antsier to graduate with your degree because at the end of that milestone would be another one.

An engagement ring already waiting for you.

Your father was a little peeved that Touya didn’t ask his permission to marry you, but he also knew his future son-in-law wasn’t the type to do such a thing. So you marry in a small, intimate ceremony with only immediate family and selected close friends to see the union.

The newlyweds return from the honeymoon with the happy glow of husband and wife… along with poorly hidden hickies and bruises as well. When people ask what you and Touya did on the honeymoon, it’s plainly obvious from the lack of stories that you and him aren’t able to give that all you did was just fuck. Not that the two of you weren’t doing that already a long time ago, but it’s amazing that the two of you could stay this horny for one another after all the years have passed.

No one is surprised that you announce that you’re pregnant within a few months into your marriage.

[hojiteaversion]

Mehmed x Laia Headcanons

One of his pet names for her is "leydim" (my lady)

Sometimes he'll just say her full name reverently, when he's admiring her or relishing the fact she's here, happy and well. Bonus points if he kisses her hand right after

At some point before the confrontation with Mephis, Mehmed cupped her face and vowed, "Laia Burnell, let me make a promise to you that you will live a long, safe, happy life. Nothing will get in the way of that. I won't allow it. This, I promise to you." And we all know he achieves whatever he sets his mind to 🙏

They have the most amazing dates in Istanbul. He knows the best places and when each is at its most beautiful, and he relishes the way she falls in love with every one of them. But also, this is a way he shares his and the country's history too, sharing things most books don't capture

When they decide to get married, they essentially skip the engagement period. Look, last time they tried to get married, Lale died and Mehmed signed a deal with the devil to cope. I imagine they get married quickly, quietly and without fanfare, and only organize a huge ceremony once it's already official.

(By the way, Mehmed wanted the wedding celebration to last for at least a full week, and probably wanted to have a house built for her as a gift or something. Laia convinces him they can do with a normal, smaller ceremony.)

(But imagine, once the document is signed and it's official that they're married, that he brings her (ringed!) hand to his lips and recites a line of her favorite poem that he wrote for her.)

Speaking of, I imagine he kept writing all those years, but, after meeting Laia, all his poetry is about her. He's inspired like he hasn't been in centuries

Now bear with me. He's a light sleeper/insomniac, so sometimes he'll watch her sleep. It's just, a good opportunity to take in her presence without her going shy/self-conscious, and unlike normal people, she probably still looks like the angel she is, so 🤷‍♀️ And... imagine if he sometimes circles her neck with his hand, but it's just to feel her pulse and because the sight is 🔥🔥🔥. Imagine if he puts his lips right over that vein in a slow kiss while she's asleep so he can feel her pulse and be close to her (and he loves her neck, let's not forget)

🔞 - After a particularly intense scene (I'm thinking CNC), and after he does her aftercare and she's back to being able to speak and think, she does his aftercare too. One specific thing I can see is him, while holding her, quietly asking, "Do you forgive me?" because he needs the reassurance (and the answer is "Yes. I have and I do.")

[cantstoplovingjude]

Underneath the Black Veil: Victor Ch.2

This is from Ikemen Villains EN, Cybird owns everything.

Now that we were free to do whatever we wanted, we continued pretending to be lovingly engaged and relaxed for a while.

Of course, that was only a front since we were investigating the facility when no one was watching.

And we learned two valuable bits of information.

One was that the bodies of the missing couples were hidden in the basement.

And the second was that the followers weren't involved at all; the leader was the sole perpetrator.

Victor: "Kate, I got some scones and some pastries! Ooh, and some wine!"

Victor: "I know it's still daytime, but how about a drink?"

Kate: "Haha. Well, if you're going to twist my arm about it!"

(Even though there's a sense of death in this place, the reason I'm not depressed is because Victor's with me to keep my spirits up.)

Victor: "I saw some children making bouquets for our wedding tomorrow."

Kate: "Really? Unfortunately for them, it's not a real wedding. But that's sweet of them."

Victor: "Hey, Kate..."

Victor: "Would you like to get married someday?"

He asked me that question in such a casual tone it was like he was telling me good morning or good night.

It caught me off guard at first, but then I pondered it.

(Do I want to get married someday?)

Kate: "I've never been caught up by the formality of a wedding, but I do think it would be nice."

Kate: "I'm sure it would feel really wonderful to wear a beautiful wedding dress and say your vows."

Kate: "Sorry, I know that's a boring answer."

Victor: "No, I think it's lovely. I might cry if I was at your wedding, you know."

A soft breeze tousled Victor's hair as he smiled at me.

Victor: "Before we went on this mission, I was wondering to myself why people get married."

Victor: "Is it a formality as you said, that simply binds two people together?"

Victor: "And why do so many people yearn for it?"

Kate: "And what was the conclusion you reached?"

Victor: "I thought that perhaps a wedding is a promise for two people to enjoy their futures together."

Kate: "A promise, huh..."

Victor: "Life isn't always sunshine and roses. Sometimes, it's cruel and bitter."

Victor: "You've experienced that, I'm sure."

His eyes softened when I nodded.

Victor: "So it's a promise to walk hand in hand, even on those days. To think about the good times you'll have again someday."

(Waiting for the good times to come back, together... It's wonderful, and it sounds exactly like something Victor would say.)

One of Victor's many talents was knowing how to create happiness for others.

He always brightened the room and made everyone smile. He was a really great person.

But as he said, no one was happy all the time.

His happiness now probably came from the experiences he had in the past.

Kate: "Victor?"

Victor: "Hm?"

Kate: "When you go through hard times, do you have someone to share it with?"

Victor: "Ah. Unfortunately, I don't have a lover and I'm not married. My ring finger's still naked, see?"

He fluttered his hand with a grin.

Victor: "But I'm fine."

(Hm?)

Victor: "I've experienced a lifetime's worth of pain and suffering, Kate."

Victor: "And I got tired of being held captive by it..."

Victor: "That's what makes me so strong now! Ooh, like these scones are delicious! Try some, Kate!"

Kate: "Th-thanks... Oh, you're right! They're so crispy."

Victor: "Aren't they? I wonder how they get them to be so crispy? I'll have to ask them later."

I was aware of how suddenly he'd changed the subject, but I pretended not to notice.

Even though I was sure he was well aware of what I was doing.

Victor: "By the way, Kate. There's something I'm planning on doing at tomorrow's wedding."

Kate: "What is it?"

Victor: "Come a little closer."

Victor: "Why don't we go tell a little white lie?"

==========

The next day, Victor and I stood in the chapel for our wedding ceremony.

But I wasn't wearing the jet-black wedding dress.

A man walked toward the altar wearing a veil over his face.

But when he looked around, he gasped.

Leader: "Where are all my beloved followers?"

Victor: "I bewitched them all with my words and made them believe me."

Leader: "What did you just say?"

Victor: "i told them the wedding was moved to the afternoon."

Leader: "Still, someone will notice something's not right here!"

Kate: "Well, we put sleeping medication in their breakfast, just in case."

Leader: "What?!"

Kate: "Don't worry. A former doctor friend of ours mixed up the perfect dosages, so they'll wake up in a few hours."

Leader: "Who are you people? The police? Or...?"

The leader pulled a gun from his pocket and pointed it at us.

Victor hid me behind his back before I could even brace myself.

(Victor...?)

Victor: "For someone who talks about eternal love, you certainly pulled out that gun without hesitation. It's almost like you're used to killing people."

Leader: "Grrr..."

Victor: "Oh, and there's no point in trying to shoot. You won't be able to kill me very easily."

Victor: "Because you'd be killed first. I apologize, but I'm actually rather strong."

(Wow... There's this incredibly intimidating aura coming from Victor...)

Victor smiled and spoke as usual, but the malice emanating from him was almost palpable.

It felt like he would crush the leader if he took even a single step.

The mood in the room was so tense that the leader couldn't even pull the trigger.

Victor: "Hmm. You know, it'd be easy to kill you right here, but that wouldn't be much fun, would it?"

Victor: "So how about you and I have a little competition instead?"

Leader: "A competition?"

Victor: "That's right. Whoever hurts the other person first wins! You can use that gun, or a knife or a spear, or whatever you want."

Victor: "I think I'll use this as my weapon."

Victor: "Kate, would you kindly lend me your lips?"

Kate: "Huh?!"

Victor smiled at me, and then gently rubbed his thumb across my lower lip.

When he pulled his thumb away, it was stained with my red lipstick.

Leader: "You've really underestimated me. You'll regret it once I shoot you dead!"

Victor: "You know, I actually like regrets. They help you grow as a person."

Victor: "Now, let's go. Let the battle begin."

All I could remember was Victor's long black hair swaying.

Because the battle was over in the blink of an eye.

Leader: "Huh?!"

Victor circled behind the leader in a flash and ran his thumb along his neck.

Victor: "There. You're dead."

His thumb had traced a line of red lipstick across the man's throat.

Like a death sentence.

Leader: "N-noooo!"

Victor: "Aw, are you scared?"

Leader: "I-I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

Victor: "Yes, I'm sure it's frightening. That's what it feels like to have someone strip your life away."

Victor: "And that's the fear you've caused many, many couples to experience."

Leader: "Ah... ah...!"

Victor: "You should repent in the depths of darkness until death comes to claim you."

Victor smacked the man's neck with his hand and easily knocked him out, just like that.

I watched the events unfold in stunned silence.

(I thought I was going to protect Victor, but boy, was I wrong...)

(Victor's strong. Like, ridiculously strong.)

His familiar profile suddenly looked different to me.

I slowly opened my mouth, trying to settle my bewilderment.

Kate: "What are you going to do with him?"

Victor: "William will come and collect him. We won't shed his blood here."

That meant in a few hours, this man wouldn't be alive anymore.

Victor: "Well then, our mission ends here!"

Victor clapped his hands as if to clear the heavy feeling in the atmosphere.

Victor: "But there's still one thing we have to do first."

Kate: "What's that?"

His eyes shone like jewels as he smiled at me.

Victor: "Will you marry me, Kate?"

End Ch.2

[skelavender]

mulder and scully’s wedding rings and scully in her wedding dress to celebrate their super platonic, just bros wedding in kind of perfect! read chapter 3 here, or below the cut!

Mulder is more excited then he’s let himself be since Scully proposed. He’s buzzing out of his skin, and hoping that it doesn’t show. He doesn’t want Scully to think he’s nervous.

“Are you nervous?” she asks from her seat in their office. They’re both still in their suits, acting as if it’s a normal workday, and not the fifth Wednesday since they got engaged. As if it’s not their wedding day. 

“Hmm?”

“Are you nervous?” She repeats, “You’re all jittery. It’s not too late to call it off if you don't want to do it.”

“I do,” he says quickly, “I’m just finding it hard to focus. I mean, we’re getting married in less than an hour, Scully, don’t tell me your attention is entirely on that autopsy report.”

She smiles, “It’s not.” She closes the folder and puts it to the side. “Do you want to get going early?”

He rises, “Absolutely.” At the door, he offers her his elbow and she places her hand in the bend, familiar. “You ready for this, Mrs. Spooky?”

She gives a full laugh, “Yes, I am.”

They both grab garment bags from their cars and walk the three blocks to the courthouse. Mulder hadn’t mentioned anything about the tux, but Scully isn’t entirely surprised. He’s treated this with the same weight she is. It’s no small thing. 

They change quickly in the public restrooms and meet back in the lobby. When they tell the clerk they are there for their civil ceremony appointment, she asked about their witness.

“Do we… need one?”

“I mean, technically someone here could do it? But people tend to prefer a friend or family member to sign their marriage licenses.”

Mulder and Scully share a look. 

“Should we…” She starts.

“Probably.”

“I mean, he’s the only other one who is supposed to know.”

“I’ll call him.” He nods.

“It’s really no trouble for someone here–” the girl says, but Mulder cuts her off.

“It’s fine, as long as it’s okay for us to wait ten minutes?”

“Of course.” She says. 

He and Scully step outside as he dials Skinner’s office.

“Skinner,” the man says when Mulder goes through.

“Sir, I need you to meet me and Agent Scully at the courthouse and to not ask questions.”

“Agent Mulder, I can not bail you out of jail.” Skinner replies immediately.

“Is that really your first thought?”

“With you? Yes.”

“Well neither off us have been arrested, we just… need a favor. It’ll only take half an hour.”

“And what’s the nature of this favor?”

“It’s… personal. Just a signature. Nothing big.”

Against his better judgment, Skinner agrees. 

***

Walter Skinner is not an idiot. He knows they're in love. He also knows that both of them are too damn stupid and too damn professional to do anything about it. He hears the whispers, knows that everyone else in violent crimes is so sure that they spend their days in the basement office in a haze of sex. But Skinner knows better. He sees the hesitance in Mulder's touches, as if he's afraid that the contact could be rejected at any moment. He sees how Scully soaks his touch in like she doesn’t know if or when she’ll get the next drop. He sees how they gaze at each other when the other is looking away. Or, sometimes, when they’re looking directly at them. 

So, when he arrives at the courthouse to see Scully in a white dress and Mulder in a tux, he shouldn’t be surprised. 

“What is this, Agents?” He asks, despite knowing exactly what it is.

“We’re getting married.” Scully says, “As a contingency. We need a witness, if you would be willing, sir.”

“A contingency? For what? Is there a threat you haven’t told me about?”

“A lot of things,” Scully says, “It started because of hospital visitations, medical decisions. The more we thought about it, the more sense it made.”

“You realize that if you’re in a relationship, you can’t be partners anymore?”

“We aren’t in a relationship, sir,” Mulder interjects, “It’s just paperwork. Less than changing wills, and next of kin, and power of attorney, and everything else.”

The look on Skinner’s face can only be described as long-suffering resignation. “You know what, sure.”

Scully looks mildly surprised and looks up at Mulder, “I thought that would take more convincing.”

“I don’t have the time or energy to ask all the questions I have, Agent Scully.”

***

Bartlett, as an officiant at the Moultrie Courthouse, has overseen many marriages. He loves his job. He loves seeing the looks people share when they bind themselves to their love. Loves seeing the happiness spread across their faces. 

This couple is no different. 

They walk in side by side, not touching, with their witness following close behind. Bartlett introduces himself by first name, and begins the ceremony when they confirm that they are ready. He says the same words he always does. They forego vows, saying that it would take too long.

He believes them. He’s seen couples take upwards of half an hour each. He saw them a couple months later for a divorce. Long vows do not a happy relationship make. 

But these two aren’t like that. They’re the type he would imagine said everything they needed to in private, not wanting to spend anyone else’s time on it, or to let them see that intimacy. Where they hold hands, the woman’s pointer finger reaches out to play with the hair tie on the man’s wrist. 

By the time they get to the important part, they haven't broken eye contact once. 

Bartlett focuses on the woman, “Do you, Dana Scully, take Fox Mulder to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, as long as you both shall live?”

“I do.” She says, with a peaceful smile. She slips the ring onto Fox’s finger. 

Bartlett turns to the man, “And do you, Fox Mulder, take Dana Scully to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, as long as you both shall live?”

“I do.” He replies, "All that and more." His voice is rough with withheld emotion. He places the ring on her finger in turn.

Bartlett smiles, and says his favorite line. “By the power vested in me by the city of DC, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

The man takes his now-wife in his arms and lays a kiss on her forehead. In comparison to other ceremonies Bartlett has performed, this is odd, but when he sees the smile on her face and the tears brimming her eyes when she looks up at him and kisses his cheek, any spot of concern is wiped from his mind.

These two really, really love each other. 

***

After signing the final paperwork, the trio heads back to the Hoover building. Mulder and Scully have changed back into their work clothes, the sound of their half enthusiastic, half exasperated back-and-forth just as it usually is. Mulder’s looking into some possible sex demon in Nevada. Scully emphasizes that it’s in Vegas.

Skinner wouldn’t be able to tell it had ever happened, if it weren’t for the glow. 

As they part ways in the lobby, Skinner turns to them. “Have a good day, Agents. And a word of advice? If you don’t want anyone to know, perhaps take the rings off in the building?”

As the elevator closes, the last thing Skinner sees of them is mutual surprise, and Scully quickly working the ring off her finger and opening her jacket to place it in the inside pocket, a spot he’s seen her pat absently the past couple months. He huffs a laugh once the doors close. 

Mulder, slightly delayed, only starts to remove his ring when Skinner leaves his sights. Scully’s hand on his stops him just after it passes his first knuckle. 

“If just one of us wears it for now, it’ll probably be safe. We could stagger it, no one will notice. If… you want to.”

Mulder meets her eyes. She just looks… vulnerable. As if giving him permission to publicly wear his promise to her would be a favor to her, and not one of his deepest desires.

He slips the ring back onto his finger. “I do.”

She smirks, “I’m getting the strangest sense of deja vu. Have you said that to me recently, Mulder?”

“You know, I think I might have.”

With poorly restrained smiles, they make their way back down to the basement. 

***

A week passes, and every day Scully shows up to work with the ring burning a hole in her pocket. Mulder wears his proudly. When it catches the light, she looks at it with jealousy. 

She’s terrified of it. Not being married to Mulder, there’s no part of her that could ever regret or fear that, but of being found out. Wearing rings is an unnecessary risk, one that could lead to an end of their formal partnership, but it’s one that would feel disingenuous not to take. She wants to wear his ring. She just wants to remain partners with him more. 

Her fear comes true about a week into their marriage. She’s in the bathroom when Agent Driscoll approaches her as she’s washing her hands. 

“So Agent Scully,” She says, “Your partner has been the talk of the office recently. He has a wedding ring now.”

Scully’s heart skips a beat. She schools her expression the same way she does when talking to a particularly skeevy suspect. Nothing can bother her. 

“Yes he does, Agent Driscoll.”

“No one in the office seems to know anything. None of us were at the wedding. No one even knew he was seeing somebody.”

“Are you close enough to Agent Mulder to expect to be invited to his wedding?”

“Well, no.” She admits, “But you are. Were you there?”

Inside, Scully is screaming. Outside, she is fixing the swoop of her hair with a damp finger. She decides to tell the vaguest possible truth, “I was.”

“Well?”

She looks at Driscoll now, “Well what?”

“Who did he marry? Do you know her?”

“Yes, quite well.” Scully says. Better than anyone, as a matter of fact.

“Oh, come on, Scully. Spill. Everyone’s wondering.”

“My partner’s private life isn’t mine to discuss.” Scully clears a final nonexistent smudge of makeup from under eye. She sweeps out of the bathroom, managing to avoid any more of Agent Driscoll’s questions, and does her best not to sprint back to the basement office. 

When she makes it back, she leans against the closed door and tilts her head to the ceiling, eyes closed, waiting for her heart to stop thumping in her ears. 

“Scully, you alright?”

She opens her eyes and stares at the dimpled drop ceiling. “I just got cornered by Agent Driscoll in the bathroom.”

“About what?”

“You.” 

His eyebrows shoot up, “Me?”

Scully pushes off the door and moves to lean against the edge of Mulder’s desk. “You and your wife. People have noticed your ring.”

“My… oh. Shit.”

“Mhmm.” Scully agrees.

“Do you think I should stop wearing it?” His voice is small, soft.

“No. It’d be more suspicious to stop wearing it now. I’m just not sure when it’ll be safe for me to start wearing mine.”

“Oh.”

“I’m sorry.” She grabs his hand, runs her thumb along it. “I would if I could. It feels… unbalanced this way.”

“It’s alright, Scully.”

She disagrees.

***

When Mulder gets home that evening, he finds a large envelope with “Do Not Bend” crammed into his mailbox. In his apartment, he inspects the contents, and immediately calls Scully. 

“Hello?” 

“Scully, I need you to get over here.”

“What’s wrong?” 

“I need you to make sure I’m not hallucinating.”

“I’m on my way.” The call clicks to a close. 

She opens his door without knocking a mere 15 minutes later. When she steps in, she does so like she’s approaching a wild animal. 

“Mulder?”

“Scully look at this,” he says from his spot at the table, “tell me this doesn’t say what I think it does.” He holds the paper out to her. 

“Our marriage certificate? Mulder, we planned this in advance, you can’t act as if we did it while drunk in Vegas.”

“No, here.” He points to the line with the officiant’s signature. “Scully, tell me we weren’t married by a man named Bartlett Tiddlywinks.”

“Oh, my god.”

“Yeah.”

Their eyes meet, and they simultaneously burst into uncontrollable laughter. 

***

The following Monday, Mulder jumps up from his desk as soon as Scully opens the door. “I have something for you.” He trips in his haste to round the desk and approach her.

“Good morning to you too, Mulder. I had a wonderful weekend, thank you for asking, quite relaxing.” She stops her ribbing when she sees his closed fist, fingers down, held out  to drop something into her own hand. She places an open palm beneath his, and he drops a gold chain into it. When she picks it up, it’s long. Much longer than her usual necklace, or any others she owns. 

“It’s for your ring.”

Scully’s eyes snap to Mulder’s. Her mouth forms a surprised O.

“I was thinking about it over the weekend, and it makes sense, doesn’t it? You can still wear it, but this way you don’t have to worry about taking it off for autopsies. It’s long enough that it’ll lay under your shirt, no one will notice.”

“Thank you, Mulder.” She says absently. He’s right, it does make absolute sense. She doesn’t know why she didn’t think of it earlier. “That’s… very thoughtful. Thank you.”

“Of course, Scully.” He rests his hand on her arm, and she places her own on top. She reaches into the inside pocket of her jacket and withdraws the ring from its usual home to place it on the chain.

It’s Mulder’s turn to be surprised, “I didn’t realize you had been carrying it around.”

“I kept the old one in me too, in case I… needed to use it. Unexpectedly.” She slips the ring into its new home and holds it out to him. “Help me put it on?” She requests, even though the chain is long enough for her to clasp before slipping it over her head. She wants him to place the ring where it’s going to stay, so sue her. 

He takes the necklace and she turns around. He brushes her hair off her neck uselessly, and Scully does her best not to shiver at his light touch. He lifts the chain around her head and clasps it. When it’s on, the length of the chain places her wedding ring squarely between her breasts, in the perfect spot to hide from prying eyes. She turns back around to look up to Mulder, and leans into him for an embrace. He holds her tight, and presses a kiss into the top of her head. 

The stress and fear of potentially being separated melts away from her in his arms. It’s her favorite form of peace. 

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[yetanotherfanficblog]

Anya and Becky are the couple that no-one saw coming, but most of their classmates and teachers would have to agree it makes all the sense in the world when, after the graduation ceremony for their final year at Eden, Anya runs over to Becky and dips her into a kiss. Even Henry Henderson (Retired, but still spry and often in attendance at graduations and other ceremonies to honor his old students) has to admit, between the impeccable form of the dip and the classic leg pop from Becky, that the whole thing was surprisingly elegant.

As they muddle through college together, they eventually marry. The Blackbell side of the family insists on a massive ceremony at the Cathedral in central Berlint. Anya gladly goes through with it because she knows that pomp and circumstance is important to Becky, or at least her family, and she DOES like feeling like a princess sometimes, but she felt married the second they admitted their feelings to each other, and the only ceremony she really needed was when the two sat in the Forger living room and showed off their rings to Anya’s parents, and Loid and Yor hugged Becky and welcomed their second daughter into their family with tears of joy in their eyes.

Anya’s not necessarily a stranger to the glitz and glamour of the upper class. She navigated Eden, after all, and she was Becky’s best friend for over a decade before they got married, and beyond that, helping Papa with his secret mission often meant rubbing elbows with the upper crust. Still, at heart, she’s still a rowdy little low(er) class urchin, and that doesn’t go away just because she’s married into one of the richest families in Ostania. Luckily, Becky is fully supportive of her gremlin wife. She knows enough sometimes the snobs of the world need to be put in their place. Sometimes they even learn their lesson and become better for it, like Damian and his boyfriends.

So, When Becky and Anya show up to a high society ball together, resplendent in their fancy gowns, the upper crust of Ostania may be subject to strangeness including, but not limited to:

-Becky and Anya dancing the Tango and other lower class dances together, to the horror of half the guests and the delight of the other half

-Anya absolutely charming the help and sneaking plates of hors d'oeuvres - caviar on toast points, crudites, stuff like that - out to their smoke break area.

-Anya, horror of horrors, using her DINNER Fork to eat the SALAD Course!

-Anya encountering a snooty noble disgusted at her commoner manners, asking Anya what family she's even from, and Anya proudly announcing, "Oh, I'm just Rebecca Blackwell's trophy wife!"

-This is generally the point at which Becky swoops and wraps an arm around Anya, smiling sweetly at the noble, "Ah, Baron Franz, how lovely to see you! Is the Baronness here? I havent seen her since the party at Chateau Orleans!"

-Becky says this knowing full well the Baron and Baronness are going through an acrimonious patch thanks to the Baron being caught in a closet at said Chateau with a lady who was very much not the Baronness. Anya is in awe of her wife's sass and quickly demands a high five.

-As the Baron sputters red faced, Becky serenely leads her wife back toward the dance floor, where they once again dominate, waltzing together as if they were made to dance with each other and only each other, the only two people in the room.

-Anya, in the meantime, is thinking fondly of her wife, who always keeps that promise she made on their first day at Eden College, to protect her, no matter what.

Becky enjoys the class and glitz and glamour of their life, but one thing Anya's taught her is that sometimes its nice to get away from the inflated egos and the inflated sense of propriety and expectation and just cut loose. So it is that some nights, instead of going to a fancy ball, they sneak away into the city and head for the Discos.

Becky usually wears a 3 piece suit - partially as a disguise so no-one recognizes her as the heiress of the Blackbell fortune, partially as a tribute to her dear Martha, and partially because both she and Anya really like how she looks in it.

Anya insists on using code names at the Disco - She's Starlight, and dubs Becky Sinatra. Becky indulges her wife.

Whatever their names, they have a rep as one of the best dressed, best dancing couples on the club scene, and when they really get going, half the other dancers on the floor inevitably stop to watch - and cheer them on raucously. They, on the other hand, are only caught up in the music and each other.

When the music dies down, sometimes they don't feel like going home to their big old estate. So instead, they grab a taxi back to a little old hotel. It's a warm summer night, so Anya opens a window and sits down on the couch to let the summer breeze caress her face, and Becky sheds her jacket and rolls up her shirt sleeves and comes over to lie on the couch, her head in Anya's lap.

Sometimes they switch on the TV. Maybe there's a football match, and they reminisce fondly of the time Anya nearly beat Bill, and the Stella Star that was never actually on the line. Maybe it's an episode of Berlint in Love, and Anya giggles as Becky hangs on every word, providing a running commentary on why every romance on the show is doomed to failure.

Sometimes they just sit and enjoy each others' company, speaking in hushed tones from time to time, planning new outings and escapades together, or speaking of the night, of old times, of love.

The Morning after, they leave the hotel and head over to a little apartment just a short walk away, and enter to Anya's Papa in the kitchen, flipping a fresh batch of pancakes from a griddle onto a waiting plate. He smiles softly at them, but it's Anya's Mama who rushes over and envelops both of her babies in a crushing bear hug, the same hug she gives them every time she sees them, that she's always given Anya every day she can since the day she realized Anya was, and always had been, her real daughter.

Loid comes out from the kitchen with a platter loaded down with breakfast food, and sets it down on the table to give out hugs of his own - a little softer, but no less loving. Yor pours coffee - with a dash of milk for Loid (he doesnt really need it for his stomach anymore, but he’s come to like it), and plenty of sugar and cream for her girls - and the little family sits down to eat and laugh and talk together, each of them never taking for granted that after all those years of doubt and pain, they really were a real family all along, and every day, making the most of it.

[spade-riddles]

Submission:

Hi Spade! You don't need to post this if you think this goes to off-topic but your Ed Sheeran anon has reminded me of something and it might connect to the mass coming-out theory.

If there's another queer closeted couple that has also gone through their own hell like Tay and KK that's definitely Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson (It's too long to detail but management and label fucked them up. It's not difficult to find if you are interested). If they are indeed a couple, which I think they are. The common nexus between those two is indeed Ed Sheran who is both one of Taylor's best friends + one of Harry's best friends as well.

In fact the belief is that on the 28th of September of 2013 Ed Sheeran went to some sort of informal wedding ceremony for Louis and Harry because he literally tweeted " My best friend is getting married today. Mega awesome wicked cool". A lot of people think he was talking about a different friend who had their wedding in the first weekend of October but one day after of that tweet Harry Styles tweeted some Joni Mitchell lyrics: "We don't need no piece of paper from the city hall.". This was followed by days of Harry signalling to his ring finger and more shenanigans. Point is: if anyone does have an album referencing their friends closeting you can bet it's Ed Sheeran because I imgine he's been privy to both of their situations.

Other things that I think are relevant about Taylor connecting with Harry and Louis: someone pointed out on reddit that Taylor's song Peter could be about her talking to Harry. Why? because even tho he is also closeted and queer you can argue that he's had it better or less shitty than Taylor in recent years, that he is more free than she is, I guess. And so the lyrics

"But life was always easier on you Than it was on me And sometimes it gets me When crossing your jet stream We both did the best we could do underneath the same moon" 

would reference how different their closets have turned out even though their situation is similar. If you also subscribe to the theory that this is a message for Harry it would have included him as one of the people that were going to help on the mass coming out before Taylor was forced to change plans. Or maybe Harry is the one that per pumpkin's message left early when they saw the shitshow and that someone had stolen the recipe. "You said you were gonna grow up and you were gonna come find me" sounds very much like Taylor saying you said you were gonna come out and help me come out too.

In recent years Harry's been even more obvious than Taylor on her flaggin and done everything possible to point out he is not straight without outright saying it. He goes by no labels now and has interpreted a closeted queer man in the movie "My policeman". In one of his last music videos, called Satellite, there's a little robot that travels the world and at some point it crosses a street where there's two signs: one of them is Gold Rush street, the other is called Eagles Drive. Which... from the Gold Rush lyrics by Taylor "my Eagles t-shirt hanging from the door". Harry also has a song called Golden about his partner which I thin is funny.

The Satellite music video jumped up at me when I first saw it. It's about a little robot feeling lonely and wanting to see the moon because he saw another robot on TV there in the surface, someone like him. Harry's videos are always about not fitting(music for a sushi restaurant), about how difficult it is to be different (Adore you). Satellite has some interesting lyrics as well, from the chorus

"Spinning out, waiting for ya to pull me in I can see you're lonely down there Don't you know that I am right here?"

And it pretty much sounds like Harry telling Taylor that he knows how lonely the closet is and that he is right there, to talk. This song is from 2022. So after Folklore and Evermore but also after harry and Taylor talked at the 2021 Grammys.

Now, about Louis Tomlinson... He's never liked Taylor. When Harry and Taylor were bearding back in the day he was annoyed and jealous as fuck and there's multiple videos of him demonstrating it. But then babygate happened (a massive rabbit hole if your ever want to know about a celebrity faking having a son with a literal nobody, all for the closet) and Louis struggled a lot in his personal life. When he finally released music of his own he had much warmer words for Taylor, admitting that she was a genius at engaging her fanbase and keeping them enthusiastic. The quote is from a September 2019 interview:

"What is great when Taylor Swift, and she is f**king amazing with her fans, does these listening parties and brings fans to the house, the involvement of the fans is never ending"

This happened after summer 2018, when Karlie and Harry were pictured together with more business people on yatch meeting.

I'm now going to go listen to the Ed Sheeran album because we might have missed more stuff than we thought. I laugh every time people still think that either Harry or Taylor are salty at each other or that they are not on good terms. I don't think they are super duper friends but I do think they respect each others work and journey. It would be difficult for Ed Sheeran to sustain friendship with BOTH Tay and Harry if they despised each other.

Sorry for the long submission but its very interesting to me that both of the biggest closets of the same generation could be connected and would some day unite forces for a better industry.

[timaeusterrored]

(Just Married)

((Can y’all believe I haven’t posted about their first ‘wedding’??))

The plan was simple but very risky. And ideally, they wouldn’t have to get heavily disguised to go down to the court house, but they had both agreed they wanted this.

The ceremony was planned for next week, the whole nine yards of a nice wedding with family and friends then getting absolutely wasted after the fact and stumbling their way home to celebrate some more… but Kerry knew V. He knew Vax. The man he loved was lowkey, liked things simple. So naturally, they were getting married in private a week early.

Kerry had proposed on the roof of Dark Matter, Vax finally being able to stand without help. Though when he saw the ring, Kerry was convinced he was going to fall off the roof from shock. Luckily, the man sat next to him, unable to stop smiling.

Vax had never signed a document faster. He had legally changed his last name to Eurodyne about a month ago, when they decided to have a private wedding before the actual ceremony. But seeing Vax Eurodyne on an official document made it all more real.

They were really doing this. They were getting married. He watched Kerry sign the papers, no hesitation or concern in his face when he did. Signed everything in that pretty signature of his and slid them back over to the officiant.

Vax’s hands were shaking, not from nerves they just did that now thanks to the relic. But Kerry was there to steady them, rubbing his knuckles as they repeated the vows. They had private ones planned for next week, V had asked if they could do them in private but Kerry said he wanted them public… and who was Vax to argue with his husband?

“I now pronounce you husband and husband, you may now kiss the groom.”

Kerry did not wait. He pulled Vax closer for their first kiss as husbands. It went on longer than necessary but it was worth everything to V.

He totally didn’t have tears in his eyes when Kerry pulled away, taking his hand again. They had their rings on now, but would take them off for the ceremony next week, to give them back to each other. It was probably more complicated than it needed to be, but V had wanted privacy with their first week of marriage and this how he knew to get it.

The two walked outside, Kerry sipping his jacket all the way and fixing his sunglasses. Vax did the same, despite not really needing too. But god that was the last thing either of them wanted, to be found out so soon.

“I could really go for some sushi now.” V stated, opening the passenger door for Kerry.

“I could do sushi.” Kerry couldn’t wipe the smile off his face. He was practically glowing, despite the disguise.

When V got back in, Kerry was already putting in their order to pick up and take home. It was a good thing neither were big on people sometimes, but also V could not think of a better way to spend their first night married eating sushi and watching whatever weird old movie Kerry would put on for them.

“Hey.” Vax leaned over the center console.

“Yeah?” Kerry didn’t even jump when he saw how close V was.

“We just got married.”

Kerry smiled, looking at Vax dead on. No looking away or avoiding his eyes.

“Fuck yeah we did.”

For the second time, they kissed as husbands. And it felt right.

[itstokkii]

just. just ummm asking but if turkuzbek were getting married what outfits would they wear i want ur input!! ^_^ no secret plan whatsoever!!! justttttt curious,;;

gonna trust you on that "no secret plan thing" hmmmmmm.....

okok so the first thing you gotta know about uzbek/turkish weddings is they are basically parties. especially in the rural areas.

uzbek women take their outfits very seriously since this is a very social scene and they want others to be talking about their drip. they have at least 10 different outfits to wear to weddings. this is why every wedding looks like a gala.

uzbek brides throughout the 2-3 day wedding processions(and the engagement ceremony) have at least 4-5 different outfit changes and all of them slay so hard.

wedding outfits: the usual white dress, tuxedo combo. the bride has a jeweled headband or tiara. here's a link to an uzbek wedding store that could give you some inspo but tbh...any wedding dress is fine as long as it's white.

engagement ceremony, bachelorette party: usually a modified version of uzbek traditional clothing, link here

at home: here

I've looked over turkish wedding traditions and a lot of them overlap with uzbek wedding traditions: it lasts for about 2-3 days.

prequel: Fatiha-to'yi: the engagement ceremony. usually when this happens it's a sign to anyone else who was gonna propose to basically just give up lol. it's confirmed, they're officially fiances. engagement rings are given here(usually to the bride since uzbek men don't wear rings, but a lot of turkish guys do wear rings, esp wedding rings so....dazzle dazzle sadik. just as long as it's not a gold ring!). in uzbek tradition, they break bread in half, which reaffirms the officiation of the engagement.

day 1: qiz to'yi(or qiz vechir)/kına gecesi: day 1 is basically the bachelorette party, and it's about the bride and her close family and friends. in uzbekistan, it can be hosted in the bride's house or a venue/restaurant could be rented out. gifts are given to the bride's family.in turkey, the bride and wedding guests will have henna applied onto them in fun designs, and traditionally this was believed to protect the couple from evil.

day 2: nikokh toy'i: day 2 is when the bride and groom officially get married. in the very early morning, uzbek fried rice(osh/pilaf) is prepared in the groom's house for neighbors and guests to eat. around the daytime is when the groom arrives at the bride's house, and they're married by an imam(leader of your local mosque).

in turkey, there's a tradition where the groom tries to take the bride away from her home, with her family members "refusing to open the door" as a joke. the groom has to knock many times, and sometimes has to bribe the family with money or candy to let her go.

(i can see uzb's siblings being very, very adamant to let her go lol. my man turkey has to bribe them with a few benjamins to finally see her)

and after that the two are driven to the state registry office to fill out their marriage certificate. after that, they're driven to the groom's house(or a venue wherever the wedding reception is happening) to party. if it's the groom's house a whole ensemble of people playing karnays and surnays(horns) greet them at the entrance of the house. in turkey they play davuls(drums) and zurnas(horns).

usually about 300 people on average pull up to the reception. sometimes guests aren't even close to the bride/groom themselves, they'll just hear from a friend of a friend that a wedding's happening on X date and they're down. anyway, lots of music and dancing going around, and a lot of food. in turkey, they have a traditional dance called haley, where people hold hands and dance in a circle, as the music speeds up and slows down(a bit like dabke...??)

examples of venues lol

this goes on until like. quite late into the night(1-2am). there's all sorts of traditions, like the groom eating a bit of honey and then giving it to the bride to eat as well so their life is "sweet" from then on, but there's a lot of regional differences i can't list lol. in turkey, the bride and groom give pocket money in envelopes to kids.

when the bride and groom is at home, the bride's friend dresses the bride up in special clothes behind a curtain in the bride and groom's room. the groom, along with his friends, has to go and pay a small sum of "ransom money" to her friend, after which they're left alone together.

day 3: kelin salom(bride greeting): on the third day, the bride is dresses in kelin sarpo with a veil over her head, as she bows lightly to guests. during this time, both sides of the family exchange gifts of things to help the new couple's household. with that, all ceremonies are over. the bride wears a bunch of new drip her parents collected and bought over the years for the next month or so.

i couldn't add much about turkey since I'm not turkish, so if anyone turkish would like to correct me on something or add on, feel free!

[ana-chronista]

Hi, ship asks for the classics?

Jance: 10, 19, 22, 27, 28

Bojere: 12, 16, 18, 20, 29

Sorry for the delay, this turned into a bit of an essay (no surprise there, it's me after all...)

Jance Who drives and who picks out the music? I feel like Nace would be better with sticking with directions, so he’d probably take over the bulk of driving, at least over long distances. That leaves Jan in charge of the driving playlist. How do they silently/subtly express their love for each other? It can be distracting how they wind each other up pretty much constantly, but they show their love in the little things they do for each other. Jan sneaks tracks onto the driving playlist that he’s not keen on but that he knows Nace really loves and makes sure that there are always gluten free options for snacks at practice or at restaurants when they go out (the other guys would, but Jan jumped in pretty quickly to take charge of that – one of the early signs he was completely gone for him). Nace is very good at being observant and either grounding Jan when he gets sidetracked or getting him away from everything when it becomes clear he needs some time out from everything. How do they apologize after arguments? Tough one! I feel like Nace is better at talking through any issues while Jan would find that uncomfortable. It would probably lead to a few extra arguments at the beginning, but as time goes on, I think Jan would start to open up more and be more on board with it even if it doesn’t come naturally. Maybe he even initiates a few such discussions himself. For something ridiculous though, it would probably just be a case of a simple hug and a sorry. I don’t think they would be much inclined to hold grudges against each other. Who would propose? What would their wedding be like? So Nace decides to propose, spends ages finding the perfect ring and agonising how to do it. Big romantic date? Intimate evening at home? On some far-flung beach at sunset? He’s got the ring ready and waiting and is just trying to pick the right moment when Jan turns to him after a gig, still high on adrenaline, throws his arms around him and just blurts out “marry me”. Sometimes things can be that simple. And it’d make for a funny story afterwards! The wedding is where the care and planning is clearer. Seeing that one interview though where they have different ideas about how big a wedding should be suggests they’d have to compromise though. Maybe a small ceremony with just their nearest and dearest, followed by a huge party to celebrate at a different date? The party would be wild enough that people are still finding out new things that happened there in the following months. What’s something that reminds them of their partner(s)? Do they have anything on them daily as a reminder (a photo, phone background, tattoo, clothing/accessory, etc)? Phone backgrounds seem pretty standard, though probably not the lock screen – more chance of a fan accidentally spotting it. They’d also be normal, everyday photos, maybe Jan playing the guitar on the sofa or Nace cuddled up with Igor. Clothing theft is a serious issue within Joker Out, so it would be less obvious but they seem to have a pretty mix-and-match wardrobe. Nace would have a harder time of it than Jan as he’s much more broad-shouldered, but just because it’s rarer doesn’t mean Jan would have less of a reaction to seeing Nace wear one of his t-shirts or hoodies. Maybe it would make even more of an impression.

Bojere Who gets up the earliest? Who has the worst sleep schedule? Who is the sleepiest? As a member of Joker Out, Bojan is contractually obliged to be allergic to early mornings, so of the two of them Jere would be more of a morning person. That doesn’t necessarily mean he’s got the best sleep schedule though, as he’s always on the go. As for who is the sleepiest, I feel like they’d crash at the same time, leading to them often being found napping together in the studio, on the sofa, in the back of the car, etc. Both the JO boys and the Kӓӓrijӓ crew probably have a lot of photos of this happening; they have an ongoing competition to see how can take the closest photo without waking them. What’s their favorite “domestic bliss” moment? Do they cook/clean together? Do they like to go out shopping together? They would enjoy spending an evening cuddled up on the sofa (rare, given their busy schedules) with some beers and watching trash TV. Jere in particular likes to point out ridiculous people in shows and be like “see this person? That is you, Bojan.”. He’s very quick with it. Cleaning together would result in too much messing around (think ‘everything in the kitchen is covered in water except the dishes we actually meant to wash’) so if they really want to get anything done they have to divide and conquer. Cooking is marginally more successful, because if they’re making something unique to their home country, the other one has to act as assistant (while probably providing an on running comedy commentary about the dish). They are 100% the sort of couple who would go out shopping with a list (hastily thrown together on the back of an envelope at the last minute, but still, adulting) and come back with nothing from it but an entirely different set of shopping altogether. And they’d have a great laugh while doing it. What does a date night out look like for them? Depends who is organising! Bojan would go fancy with reservations at a nice restaurant with excellent reviews (anything to see Jere in a suit, you know?), whereas Jere would take them on a night of drinking and dancing at some fun bars, usually with some karaoke thrown in for good measure. Both types of dates are fun! What clothes/accessories do they steal from each other? Stolen rather than freely given (the hockey jersey) or left behind (half of Bojan’s Nordic Tour suitcase)? I think Bojan would have kept that Bulbasaur hat of Jere’s and maybe a pair of those spiked sunglasses. And we all know Jere has a fair amount of Carpe Diem-era merch, but seeing him in Bojan’s own Demoni hoody would probably do funny things to his heart. What is something they can never agree on? How do they meet in the middle? International tournaments would bring out their competitive sides. Think something like the Olympics – one of them just wandering in at breakfast and being like “oh, sorry, did you not get any medals in that latest event? Can’t relate.” – or the World Cup – one getting a mock crying photo from the other because their team’s just been knocked out at group stage while the other is going through to the next round. (Eurovision too, obviously, but that goes without saying.) There’s no real meeting in the middle for this! However, the nearest thing would be something like being able to become an honorary Slovene/Finn if your own team doesn’t qualify and getting to share in the glory that way!

[possiblyhomer]

BD fanfic idea because yes, I'm still coping

Starts off with more angst.

Rei decides he can't loose Kazuki too, so he packed his bags, gives ownership of their apartment to him, and plans to leave while Kazuki's asleep.

Problem is: Kazuki couldn't sleep, and was able to confront Rei just as he was at the door, taking one last look at his true home

Kazuki just lost it at that. But before he could spiral out of control, Rei hugged him. Tightly.

"We just lost Miri because of who I am. I can't lose you too. I'll be away for a while. Will you wait for me?"

"Don't do anything stupid." Kazuki told him and sends him off with another hug.

After returning to the Suwa estate. Rei takes on more hands-off positions to prepare him for becoming the boss.

During that time, he secretly sends Kazuki letters hidden in files of his targets. Kyu's in on it too,

Few years later, he officially becomes THE boss. And his first order? To get rid of his father.

By this time, thanks to the compassion he learned from his time with his true family, most of the organization's more loyal to him than his psychopathic boss.

One day, Kazuki hears the door being easily unlocked.

The moment he saw Rei, Kazuki immediately tackled him in a hug and a kiss before Rei could even say "I'm home".

They catch up over dinner, feelings are felt, confessions are made, and they woke up at noon the next day in eachother's embrace.

With his new position, Rei is able to let Kazuki retire from being a Hitman and even help him open and fund a restaurant so that Kazuki could see people express appreciation for his cooking.

After everything settled down, they met up with Misaki and told her that now that both of them are in relatively much safer jobs, they'd like to help her with her treatments so that Miri could have her mother for longer, even if it's just for a bit more.

They (including Kyu) eventually became close friends, Kazuki sometimes even gossip with Misaki.

The organization, under Rei's "rule", became much closer knit like a big family. So not only does Miri get to have all 3 of her parents, she also gets a lot more aunties and uncles.

Years later, Misaki passed away surrounded by friends and family. In her will, she entrusted Miri to Kazurei fully... under one condition.

"For the love of God, one of you just propose already." Turns out both of them, on 2 separate occasions, asked Misaki to help them choose an engagement ring.... Which happened 2 years ago.

Even if they can't get legally married, nothing's stopping them from arranging a ceremony.

So later that year, on Christmas Eve, what was supposed to be a fun anniversary of how they found each other turned into a "suprise wedding" on top of a very familiar tower.

It was Miri's idea. She asked Kyu for help and he had the most loyal members of the organization help out.

Yes, Miri's the cutest and most beautiful flower girl ever. Yes, Kazuki did bawl his eyes out. And if you saw Rei shed some tears, no you did not.